"The lad and I took a walk.

At every other step he kept imagining that he heard rattlesnakes rattling." "And I did, too," contended Alf stoutly.

"You know I did.

You heard 'em yourself, Mr.Reade." "I didn't hear a single rattler," Tom replied soberly.
"Let the tired little fellow go to bed in peace," urged Harry.
"All right," Tom agreed.
Alf went to the head of the cot, to turn the blanket down from the head.
Click-ick-ick-ick! came the warning sound.
With a yell of terror Alf Drew bounded back.
"There's another rattler," he screamed.

"It's under that blanket." "It's all your nerves," Tom retorted.