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the swamp on one side and an angry rattler on
the other.

"Just blocks our game whichever way you
ocr>   choose to look at it, chuckled Jack with a shrug.
fix>   choose to look at it," chuckled Jack with a shrug.
"If we were monkeys, we could shin up a tree
and climb over to that other one beyond, but
since we're neither simians nor fox squirrels,
we'll have to settle this thing some other way.
Drop that club, brother--it's too short for this
business by three feet. To try and use it on that
chap you'd have to step up within range of his
spring and before you could get in your lick
it'd all be over."

"Jest as you say, partner," remarked Perk,
throwing the stocky club away. "Wait up for
me, Jack, an' don't let him skin out till I get
back. I saw a stick just back a bit that ought to
fill the bill okay."

Jack stood on guard and waited but not for
long, since Perk speedily rejoined him, carrying
a pole about eight feet in length and stout in
proportion.

"Careful how you work it," advised Jack, who
ocr>   would rather have done, the job himself but knew
fix>   would rather have done the job himself but knew
he would not be allowed by the ambitious one.

As Perk slowly advanced, waving his pole,
the coiled serpent displayed signs of redoubled
anger--louder buzzed his rattle while he drew

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