The Putnam Hall Encampment; or, The Secret of the Old MillStratemeyer, Edward
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The Putnam Hall Encampment; or, The Secret of the Old Mill
Stratemeyer, Edward
Camping -- Juvenile fiction; Military education -- Juvenile fiction; Mystery and detective stories; Schools -- Juvenile fiction
While the Fords and the boys proceeded to make themselves at home, the
man who owned the launch got to work to fix his motor. A fire was lit
and when it came lunch time the girls made hot coffee and fried some
lake bass that had been caught that morning near the hotel. A table
cloth was spread out under the trees, and all sat around it and enjoyed
the coffee and fish, and the numerous good things brought along by the
Fords from the hotel.
“Say, Stuffer ought to see us now!” whispered Andy to Dale, while
munching on a piece of cream cake. “Wouldn’t he turn green with envy!”
“Yes, and what would Ritter and his crowd say?” answered Dale. “No
hornets’ nest in this, eh?” And he smiled broadly.
When the meal was ready the man from the launch had been called up from
the shore, and he was given his share of the good things and sat off by
himself to enjoy them. He said he had taken off a part of one of the
cylinders of the launch and hoped, when he put it back, that the engine
would work better.
An hour was spent in eating, and then the man left the picnic ground to
return to his work on the launch. The young folks cleared away the
remains of the repast and then the boys invited the girls to take a walk
completely around the island.
“Be careful and don’t get into any trouble,” said Mrs. Ford. “We’ll stay
here until you return.”
The path around the shore of Butterfly Island was rough, but the young
folks did not mind this. Jack led the way, and he and the other cadets
helped the girls down and up the rocks, and “jumped” them over the
hollows. All were in the best of spirits, and the woods rang with
laughter.
“Come on out to the headland,” said Andy presently, and led the way to a
narrow strip of land extending out into the lake for fully a hundred
feet. All followed and Andy was about to point out some object of
interest when Pepper, who chanced to glance back, uttered a cry of
alarm.
CHAPTER XXI
AN ADVENTURE WITH SNAKES
“What’s the matter, Pepper?” questioned Jack, quickly.
“What did you see?” asked Andy.
“Why, I—er—I guess I was mistaken,” stammered Pepper, looking first at
his chums and then at the girls.
“But what was it?” questioned Laura. “Why, you gave a regular jump!”
“Why I—er—that is—Oh, never mind,” answered Pepper. “Go on, I’ll be with
you in a minute,” and he turned back on the rocks.
“Something is wrong,” muttered Dale to himself, and as Andy and Jack
went on with the girls he sided up to The Imp. “What was it?” he asked
in a low tone.
“I think I saw a big snake, Dale.”
“A snake!”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“Back between the rocks we just crossed. It poked its head up and looked
right at us.”
“Then why didn’t you say so?”
“I didn’t want to alarm the girls. If they thought a snake was near
they’d have a fit.”
“I suppose that is so. Well, I hate snakes myself. Let us see if this
one is still around.”
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