least I don't believe the snakes would come out to attack us, and we might be able to drive them away."
The girls, glad of the chance to do something, collected a pile of stones and showered them into the water. Then when the ripples had cleared they peered anxiously at the sand bar.
"They're gone!" cried Amy joyously. "Now we can wade to shore."
"Better wait," advised Mollie.
There was an anxious pause, and then Betty said in a hopeless sort of tone:
"No, there they come back again," and she pointed to where the writhing serpents could be seen. Evidently the sand bar was a sort of feeding place for them, and though they might disappear for the moment at some disturbance, they returned.
Hopelessly the girls looked at one another. Then they glanced into the water, that seemed fairly swarming with the snakes. There appeared to be more than ever of them. Then Amy looked toward the neck of land and gave a cry of surprise—of joy.
"Look!" she exclaimed. "They're going—the alligators. At least they're—moving!"
"I hope they don't move toward us!" gasped Grace.
