"What is it?" demanded the other, instantly.

"Danger ahead; because I saw somebody poking a head out of the bushes
there," Bandy-legs went on, breathlessly.



CHAPTER XIII.

MAX PLAYS THE GOOD SAMARITAN.

Max instantly dropped his sack of shellfish.

He had picked up a good stout stick, which he used as a cane while walking,
poking ahead in every clump of bushes where it was possible a snake might
lie coiled up in waiting.

Bandy-legs had followed suit, and he, too, flourished a substantial hickory
staff, which looked capable of doing good work in a pinch.

"Now where did you see all this?" asked Max.

"Over yonder where that thick vine crawls all over things," came the
quivering answer.

"All right; let's investigate then," suggested Max, as he took a bold
forward step.

At this demonstration Bandy-legs gasped.