glanced from the boat, seemingly moving up stream without any visible propelling agency, to the four girls on the shore. He seemed much surprised, and acted, as Betty said afterward, as though he would like to run away. She called to him:
"Look out for the alligator! Don't get into danger!"
The ragged youth now seemed to comprehend what was wanted of him. He poled his clumsy craft toward the Gem and peered down into the water to see what manner of creature was at the other end of the anchor rope. Then he waved his pole at the girls, as though to reassure them, and edged nearer the motor boat.
"All right!" he called, in a quick, nervous manner. "I see him. I'll get him for you."
"Gracious—I wonder if he means the boat or the alligator?" said Mollie. "I hope he understands that we don't want both—only the boat."
"Oh, he'll know," declared Betty. She was eagerly watching the actions of the ragged youth in the scow.
Suddenly he drew something from his pocket and held it close to the water, leaning over the edge of his craft.
There was a puff of smoke, a flash of fire, and a report that sounded very loudly to the girls.
