moccasins. They are a nasty lot, and can strike to beat the band.
They say that they poison a fellow so that he may never get over having
a running sore. I hit every one I see on the head with my setting
pole."

"And I will, after this," declared Nick.

"Well, if you know what's good for you, I just guess you'll be
satisfied to sit quiet, and let me do the pushing," remarked George,
meaningly. "For every time I gave you the job we came near having a
turn over. Excuse me from a swim in this horrible looking water."

During the night there were several alarms. Once an alligator did
actually try to invade the camp, doubtless under the impression that it
might secure something worth while devouring. It happened, too, that
Jimmie was on guard at the time. His yells, accompanied by the double
discharge of the shotgun, brought the others to their feet in wild
dismay.

They were loth to accept the word of the sentinel that he had actually
shot at a scaly invader until he pointed out the spot. Then Jack, with
a brand from the fire, made a hasty examination.

"Jimmie, you're a truthful boy," he declared, "for I can see where a
lot of the shot ploughed up the ground; and here's where claws dug into
it. Yes, and as sure as anything, you hit him, too, for here's a trail
of blood leading to the water's edge. I thought I heard a splash as I
jumped up."

And Jimmie, with this complete vindication, drew himself up proudly, as
if to dare any one to doubt his veracity after that.

"But if you see another alligator," Jack went on, "please don't shoot
at him, when a shout or a firebrand will chase him back to the water
just as well. Because, you see, we may need every shell I have along,
in order to keep the wolf from our door. They count for just so many
'possums, 'coons or muskrats."

That worried Jimmie very much, and he looked sad. For to shorten their
chances of securing game would mean a scanty supply in the larder; and
Jimmie's appetite persisted in calling out at least three times a day
for attention.

Morning found them in a more cheerful frame of mind. Breakfast was
eaten, and now that four had to be fed from the scanty stock of
provisions--George declared that Jimmie and Buster made it equal to six
at the very least--the hole made was shocking.

"I move we don't have another meal today," was the startling
announcement from Nick, as he finished the last morsel left in the
kettle.

"Well," said George,