"They're so bad that I'll overlook your lack of respect calling me an idiot!" "Don't you s'pose I know rattlers when I hear 'em ?" asked Drew, sullenly.

"I was almost bitten by one once, and that's why I'm so afraid of 'em." "I _was_ bitten once," Tom replied.

"Yet you see that I'm not very nervous about them, especially in a part of the country where none are ever found.

It's your nerves, Alf---and cigarettes!" "I wish I had one now," sighed the younger boy.
"A rattlesnake ?" Tom inquired innocently.
"No---of course not! A cigarette." "But you're going to forget those soul-destroying little coffin-nails," Reade suggested.

"You're going to become a man and act like one.
You're going to learn how much more fun it is to have your lungs filled with pure air instead of stifling cigarette smoke." "Maybe I am!" muttered the boy.
"Oh, yes; I'm sure of it," said Reade cheerfully.
Cl-cl-cl-click! "O-o-o-ow!" shrilled Alf, jumping at least two feet.
"Now, what's the matter with you ?" inquired Tom in feigned astonishment.
"Don't tell me you didn't hear the rattler just now," cried young Drew fiercely.
"No; I didn't," Tom assured him.