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"Oh, excuse me, I didn't mean to shower you," pleaded Shadow. "Anyway, it was Roger's fault."
"If you are going to race, start in!" ordered Dunston Porter.
"Well, what's the prize?" queried Roger, doing his best to keep out of Shadow's reach.
"The fellow who wins gets the hole in the doughnut," returned Dave, gaily.
"All ready! Line up!" ordered Dunston Porter, and after a general scramble and amid much merriment, the boys lined up. Then came the order "Go!" and all of them struck out l.u.s.tily for the rock that marked the goal.
At first Ben, who had taken but little interest in the horseplay just enacted, kept well to the front. Ben had always been a good swimmer, and many a time he and Dave had raced each other in Crumville Creek.
"You fellows won't be in it!" he shouted merrily.
"Don't you be too sure of that," returned Luke. "This race isn't over yet."
"You fellows had better save your wind," spluttered Phil, who at that instant came up alongside of Shadow. There followed a great splas.h.i.+ng of water, and suddenly Ben disappeared from view.
"Hey, you! Who fouled me that way?" roared the leader. "Whoever caught me by the foot ought to be put out of this race."
"Must have been a whale, Ben," answered Roger, mischievously.
"I'll whale you if you do it again," was the answer. And then all of the boys stopped talking and with renewed vigor bent to the task of trying to win the race.
Soon half the distance to the rock was covered. Ben was still in the lead, with Roger and Phil close behind him. Luke and Shadow had dropped so far to the rear that they gave up all hope of winning.
"Here is where I leave you fellows," announced Phil, and made a sudden spurt that soon placed him slightly in advance of Ben.
"Hi! hi! don't leave me this way!" yelled Roger, and he, too, put on a burst of speed, followed a second later by Dave.
On and on, through the cool, clear waters of Mirror Lake plunged the four boys. The goal was now less than fifty feet away.
"O my, see how hard they are swimming!" came from Laura.
"Ben was ahead, but I think Roger is up to him," announced Mrs.
Ba.s.swood.
"Those four lads are pretty well bunched up," remarked Dunston Porter.
"Shadow and Luke have dropped out of it," announced Belle. "Gracious, how those others are swimming! Wouldn't you think it was for a prize of a thousand dollars?"
The four who had remained in the race were now less than five yards from the goal, a large flat rock that was joined to the mainland by a series of other rocks.
"Here is where I win!" declared Ben, and threw himself forward with all the strength left to him.
"Not much!" came from Phil.
"Count me in!" panted Roger.
"Also yours truly!" added Dave.
And then the four, lining up side by side, struck out fiercely, each doing his level best to touch the rock first. It was a neck-and-neck race, and in a moment more four hands went up on the rock at practically the same time.
"I win!"
"Not much, my hand was here first!"
"Oh, look!"
"Don't climb up on that rock!"
"What's the trouble?"
"What is it?"
"It's a snake, and a big one!" yelled Dave. "Back away from the rock, boys, just as fast as you can!"
CHAPTER XVIII
A CRY FROM THE CLIFF
"It's a snake sure enough!"
"My, what a big one!"
"No climbing on that rock for me!"
Such were some of the cries which rent the air as the four youths dropped back into the lake and lost no time in getting away from the spot which had been the goal of the swimming race.
"Say, Dave, what sort of a snake do you suppose that was?" queried Roger.
"Did he drop into the water?" questioned Ben, anxiously. "If it's a water snake maybe it's after us."
"I don't know what kind of snakes are to be found around here," returned Dave. "But it was dark in color and I think all of four or five feet long."
"Say, who won this race, anyhow?" came from Phil, as the boys swam around not far from the rock.
"I should say the snake did," laughed Dave.
In the meantime Dunston Porter, noticing that something unusual was going on in the vicinity of the goal, had leaped up and was running along the edge of the cove.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "IT'S A SNAKE, AND A BIG ONE!"--_Page 179._]
"What's the matter over there?" he yelled.
"A snake, Uncle Dunston," called back Dave. "Better get a shotgun and go after it."