shore, and became entangled in our anchor rope. It may be as much frightened as we are distressed. But come on, if we're going to try to get the boat."
Stumbling over the uneven way, the girls raced along the river bank. Sometimes the boat appeared to be coming close in shore, and again it would veer out.
"I've just thought of something!" exclaimed Amy as they came up nearly opposite the boat, for it was being towed more slowly now, as though the creature having it in charge found it harder work.
"Then do, for goodness sake, tell us what it is," demanded Mollie. "I'm about played out."
"If we threw stones on the other side of the alligator—I mean across, between him and the other shore—it might scare him over this way."
"Oh!" screamed Grace. "Don't you dare scare him over here!"
"I didn't mean right here," went on Amy. "I only meant farther in toward this shore. Then he might run aground and we could wade out and get the boat."
"Wade in the water that has an alligator in it!" cried Grace with a shudder. "Never!"
"Well, it might be a good plan to try," spoke Betty. "I see what Amy means. When we were
