It was appropriately in the form of a
sandwich of which he himself was the center, his head and legs
protruding from it like the head and legs of a turtle. Its glaring
announcement seemed to suggest the literary style of Townsend Ripley.
CUT RATE CRUISES TO ALLIGATOR ISLE
SEE THE WILD SCOUTS AND THE BOAT RACES
ENJOY A SEA VOYAGE IN THE PALATIAL ROWBOAT ALLIGATOR
ROUND AND SQUARE TRIP TEN CENTS.
SAILINGS FROM GILROY'S FIELD.
CHAPTER XXVIII
IT PAYS TO ADVERTISE
On Friday night it rained and the Alligators were driven into their
tent. It rained all night and was still raining when the momentous
Saturday dawned. They were compelled to eat breakfast in their tent,
the top of which was plastered with apple blossoms so that the
khaki-colored fabric looked not unlike a brown wall paper with a floral
design.
The tide being out, the rain pattered down on the surrounding mud and
shallow places, and the members of the patrol sat in the open doorway
of their cozy little shelter wistfully gazing at the downpour, and
watching the little holes that the raindrops made in the mud.
Each drop, like a bullet, drove a little hole in the oozy bottom, which
slowly closed up again. Schools of darting killies hurried this way
and that frantically seeking an avenue into the deeper places where
puddles would afford them a haven during the lowest ebb. Rain, rain,
rain.
On the porch of the boat-house a mile or so down-stream was gathered a
group of young fellows, also watching wistfully.
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