wade right along that raised bar. The water is deep on either side of it, but as she says, it is only a few inches deep on top of the bar. Come on, girls," and she sat down and began unbuttoning her shoes.
"Don't—don't!" cried Mollie. "Keep them on. What if we do get wet? Our shoes will soon dry, it's so hot. And there might be crabs or little fishes or—little alligators on the bar. We'll wade in our shoes."
"All right, I'd just as soon," agreed Betty.
Little Captain that she was, she prepared to take the lead. She was about to step out into the shallow water when she drew back with a gasp.
"What's the matter—cold?" asked Mollie.
"No—but look—snakes!"
Betty pointed to where, pursuing their sinuous way in the shallow water over the bar, were a number of reptiles.
"Moccasins," whispered Mollie. "We—we can't go that way either," and she glanced back toward the sleeping alligators. Both ways of escape were blocked.
