“Now stop, Nat White!” commanded Tavia. “You are trying to scare us.”
OUT OF THE CREVICE PROTRUDED THE UPPER LENGTH OF A RATTLESNAKE.
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“Don’t listen to him, Tavia,” said Dorothy. “There are no wild animals near here. Mr. Ledger didn’t even bring a gun.”
“It’s supposed to be a game preserve, isn’t it?” demanded Nat. “And aren’t bears game?”
“If you should see one you’d be the bear’s game,” sniffed Dorothy. “You’d run.”
“Sure I would,” admitted Nat. “I’d rather a good deal folks would say of me, ‘See him run!’ than ‘Here he lies.’”
“I suppose there are some wild beasts deeper in these hills—and on Colonel Hardin’s property,” Ned said, thoughtfully.
“What kind of beasts?” demanded Tavia, sharply.