"They are coming closer!" exclaimed Fred a moment later. "It looks as if they were going to tackle us, sure!"
"I have a plan," cried Tom. "Come here, Hans, and let me boost you up."
The others understood, and while the fun-loving Rover gave the German boy a boost, Songbird did the same for Fred. The edge of the cliff of rocks was rough, and, when hoisted up, Hans and Fred were enabled to grasp at several cracks and projections. They laid hold vigorously and soon pulled themselves out of harm's way.
By this time, the snakes had wiggled several feet closer to the shelter. Evidently, it was their den and, while they wished to get in, they did not know exactly what to do about the intruders.
"Can you get a hold?" questioned Songbird as he stood on a flat rock and raised himself into the air a distance of two feet.
Tom was already trying to do so, and soon he was crawling up the edge of the cliff. As the rocks were slippery from the rain, it was by no means an easy or sure task. But he advanced with care, and soon joined Fred and Hans at the top.
"I am glad we are out of that!" exclaimed Fred. "Ugh! how I do hate snakes!"
