CHAPTER XVIII
A CRY FROM THE CLIFF
"It's a snake sure enough!"
"My, what a big one!"
"No climbing on that rock for me!"
Such were some of the cries which rent the air as the four youths dropped back into the lake and lost no time in getting away from the spot which had been the goal of the swimming race.
"Say, Dave, what sort of a snake do you suppose that was?" queried Roger.
"Did he drop into the water?" questioned Ben, anxiously. "If it's a water snake maybe it's after us."