“Well—stop a bit.”
“I want to know if she is not hurt?”
“Hurt?—what should hurt her?”
“The snake, perhaps.”
The boy grinned archly.
“Bill,” said I, “what has become of that snake, think you?”
“I’m sure I don’t know.”
“Do you think there really was any there?”
“I’m sartain I cannot tell.”
“Well,” said I, advancing, “I shall continue my search till I find Nancy.”