CHAPTER XXI

The Rattler A few feet from where Frank Bruin was lying and almost behind him, was a mass of something that looked like a coil of mildewed rope. Ted had noted it carelessly before, but had paid no attention to it. Now _that rope was moving_. Before Ted Scott’s fascinated gaze the mass heaved and billowed. Then a triangular head appeared, in which glowed two little eyes like sparks of fire. “Don’t move, Frank! Don’t stir!” murmured Ted in a tense, low voice. There was the faintest shadow of a movement, instantly sup…