Alf went to the head of the cot, to turn the blanket down from the head.
Click-ick-ick-ick! came the warning sound.
With a yell of terror Alf Drew bounded back.
"There's another rattler," he screamed. "It's under that blanket."
"It's all your nerves," Tom retorted. "There isn't a rattler within miles of here."
"Didn't you hear a rattle, Mr. Reade?" wailed the cigarette fiend.
"No; I didn't."
"Didn't you, Mr. Hazelton?"
Harry was on the point of answering "yes," but Tom caught his eyes, and Harry, knowing that something was up, shook his head.
"You must both be deaf, then," argued Drew.