I'll put you up on that limb." Tom's strong young arms lifted Alf easily until he could clutch at the lowest limb of a tree.
"Climb up there and sit down," Reade ordered.

Drew sat on the limb, shaking with terror.
"Now, I'll show you that there isn't a snake anywhere in that clump of brush," Tom proposed, and forthwith stepped into the thicket, beating about lustily with his heavy boots.
"L-l-l-look out!" shivered Drew.

"You'll be bitten!" "Nonsense, I tell you.

There isn't a rattler anywhere on this part of the Range.

It's your nerves, Alf.