“That’s all right then,” said Griggs; “but how about—”
“About what?” cried Chris, for the American stopped.
“The anacondas and alligators and snapping turtles and garfish with teeth sharp as sharks?”
“Oh, I say,” cried Ned, with his face contracting as he glanced at the smooth clear waters of the largest pool in sight. “You don’t think there’s anything of that sort in there, do you?”
“I dunno. Haven’t given it a thought,” replied the American.
“Come along,” cried Chris; “he’s laughing at us.”
“Not I,” said Griggs.
“Anacondas,” said Chris thoughtfully. “Yes, they are the big boa-constrictor-like chaps that half live in the water, and lay hold of anything that goes in. No, it’s all stuff, Ned. They don’t live here; they’re in South America. There’s nothing to mind.”
“I don’t know so much about that,” said Griggs. “What about alligators and snapping turtles? There’s safe to be plenty of them in a place like this.”
“But they wouldn’t try to touch us,” cried Chris. “I shall chance it.”