ing the Rattlesnake Man. But when the old hermit saw that the boy was found he would stop no longer.
"Let his folks look after him. I gave him shelter; but he's a bad boy, I reckon. And he doesn't like my children. I don't want anybody about my place that doesn't like my children. Now, that little girl," he added, pointing to Ruth, "she wasn't afraid of them; was you?"
"Not much," returned Ruth, bravely. "And I'm coming to see you again, sir, if I can."
"You may come at any time, and welcome," answered the Rattlesnake Man, with a low bow. "Maybe you would like to learn how to handle my pets," he added, with a queer grin.
"What, the snakes!" screamed Helen.
"No, I don't think I'd care to do that," replied Ruth.
"They would not hurt you—they soon learn to know their friends and they get to be as friendly as kittens," returned the hermit. "I have a name for each one of them," he went on, somewhat proudly.
"Maybe I'll—I'll look at them—but I won't want to touch them," answered Ruth. A few minutes later the strange Rattlesnake Man took his departure.
Fred Hatfield and the girls were all packed upon the sleds and drawn over the snow to the
