“Oh my, look at the snake!” yelled several, in pretended alarm.
“Where? where?” yelled Horsehair.
“There, right between your feet! He’s going to bite you on the leg!”
“Take care, that’s a rattler sure!”
“If he bites you, Horsehair, you’ll be a dead man!”
“Take him off! Take him off!” bawled the carryall driver, and in terror he made a wild leap from the packing-box and landed directly on the shoulders of two of the students. Then he dropped to the ground, rolled over, got up, and ran as fast as his legs could carry him in the direction 108 of the stables. A wild laugh followed him, but to this he paid no attention.
“Well, we are certainly having a night of it,” remarked Dave, after the fun had quieted down for a moment. He spoke to Roger.
“Where is Phil?” asked the senator’s son.
“Went off with Ben, I think.”
“Where to?”