sure. So-long, an' good luck! Thet thar is sure the boss little boat yuh
got."

And presently the sheriff and his posse faded from view under the long
streamers of hanging Spanish moss that overshadowed the river below.

"I'm just as glad. He gave me the creeps. That eye of his was fierce,"
said Will.

"Oh, that's because you've got a guilty conscience, I guess," laughed
Jerry. "Now to me he was a picture of a strong character that would
have made a good showing in our album," and he looked severely at Will.

"Oh! What beastly luck! Why didn't I think of it in time? Another chance
gone glimmering! I think you fellows are too mean for anything, not
to remind me of these things in time. He would have embellished our album
handsomely--and those dogs, too! How picturesque bloodhounds are! I feel
sick."

Will jumped up, snatched his camera, and stalked off beyond the edge of
the camp, as if to brood alone. Presently they heard him calling:

"Oh, Frank! Won't you come here for a minute? I'm just taking the picture
of a big snake, and he's as angry as you please. There's a locust
somewhere close by, too, keeping up a tremendous rattling. Please hurry!
He won't wait long!"

Frank, followed by Jerry, was off like a shot. His face turned white with
sudden apprehension as he ran. Coming upon Will, kneeling there, and
watching, he seized him by the shoulders and whirled him back,