"This is no joke," growled Powell. "I want my clothes."
"Well, go ahead and take 'em—I shan't stop you."
"I'm going to get another rock," said Sam.
"Let us all get stones," suggested Tom. "Then we can throw together."
This was thought to be a good idea, and soon the stones were secured and each cadet took careful aim.
Three of the snakes were hit, one quite seriously. These retreated, but the other snakes remained as defiant as ever.
"There must be a nest under the rocks," said Tom. "Were that not so I am sure the snakes would leave at once."
"I've got another idea!" cried Fred. "Why didn't we think of it before?"
"I haven't thought of it yet, Fred," grinned Tom. "What is it?"
"Let us take our fishing rods and tie one fast to another. Then we can turn the boat around and go fishing on the rocks for our clothes."