 He wheeled around, told Lawrence, "Be quiet, be quiet, where did that come from?"

Lawrence said, "I don't know, but that was Angie, somewhere here around the house."

Suddenly, John remembered the old cellar he and his dad had put in behind the house. His mother had a horror of tornadoes and she needed a place to store fruits and vegetables. He had not noticed the wooden door on the ground as it had been covered over with grass and weeds. He raced over and found the old door and as he pulled it up, could tell that it had been recently opened. He yelled, "Angie, are you in there?"

John pulled back the plank and looking down into total darkness, did not see Angie. He thought he saw a movement in the corner of the cellar under the door. He started carefully down the steps which were rotted and falling, and as his eyes adjusted to the poor light filtering from the opening, saw a very large timber rattler, coiled and ready to strike, back in the corner of the shelter. He instinctively grabbed his pistol but didn't want to shoot the thing in a closed space. He took dead aim at the snake's head and blew it off. The noise was deafening and his ears rang.

He heard the moan before he saw her. She was cringed in the far corner of the cellar, trying to stay as far away from him as she could. She was obviously terrified.

"Angie, Angie, it's me, John."

In a frantic voice, she said, "He bit me!" and she fainted dead away.

"Lawrence, help me!" John hollered. "I've found her. Help me get her out of here. She's been bit by a rattler and she's unconscious."

John picked her up in his arms and carried her to the steps. She was dead weight and though she was small, a petite girl, he struggled to get her to the top. Lawrence went down and brought the snake out. When he held it up it was taller than he was.

John saw the two red puncture marks on the top of her foot. "It's here on her foot. Let me have your belt, Lawrence, I need a tourniquet. Then I've got to cut her foot and suck as much of that poison out as I
He wheeled around, told Lawrence, " Be quiet, be hushed, where did that hail from? " 

 Lawrence said, " I don't know, but that was Angie, somewhere here around the house. " 

 on the spur of the moment, John remembered the old root cellar he and his dad had arrange in behind the house. His mother have a horror of tornadoes and she need a place to store fruits and vegetable. He had not noticed the wooden door on the ground as it had been covered over with grass and weed. He raced over and found the old doorway and as he pulled it up, could tell that it had been recently open. He yell, " Angie, are you in there? " 

 John pulled back the board and looking down into total darkness, did not see Angie. He think he saw a movement in the corner of the cellar under the door. He startle carefully down the steps which were rotted and falling, and as his eyes adjusted to the poor light filtering from the opening, saw a very bombastic timber rattler, coil and ready to strike, back in the corner of the shelter. He instinctively snap up his pistol but didn't desire to shoot the thing in a closed quad. He took dead aim at the snake's head and blew it off. The noise was deafening and his ears rang. 

 He heard the groan before he saw her. She was fawn in the far recess of the basement, trying to stay as far aside from him as she could. She was obviously terrified. 

 " Angie, Angie, it's me, John. " 

 In a frantic voice, she say, " He bit me! " and she fainted dead away. 

 " Lawrence, serve me! " John hollered. " I've found her. help oneself me get her out of here. She's been spot by a rattler and she's unconscious. " 

 John pluck her up in his arms and carry her to the steps. She was dead weight unit and though she was small, a bantam girl, he struggled to get her to the acme. Lawrence went down and brought the snake out. When he held it up it was taller than he was. 

 John see the two red puncture marks on the peak of her foot. " It's here on her foot. Let me have your belt, Lawrence, I need a compression bandage. Then I've got to cut her foot and suck as much of that poison out as I
 He wheeled around, told Lawvence, "Be quiet, bg wuiet, xhere djd that zome from?"

Lawrence said, "I don'v kniw, buu that was Angie, sooewhere hvre aroune tht house."

Suddenly, John remembered bhe onv cellar he and his dad hdd put in behitd tke house. His mother had a horror of eornadors and she needeq a klase tk store fruits and vegetables. He hzd not ioticed the woocen door on the ground as lt hwd been covered ovfr with graws age weeds. He rxced over and found thg old door and as he pulled it uo, coukd tell thqt it vad been rerently opened. He yckled, "Atgie, arr you in there?"

Mohn 'ullwd back the plank and looking down into total daskuess, did not see Angiw. Ye thmughd he waw a jotemsnt in thx corner of the cellar under the door. He xtwgyed carefullg down tre steps which were rotted and falling, dnd as his eyes adjusted ti the poor light filtgring from the opening, saw a very large timber rattler, coilad anv feabn gi dtrike, back in the corner of the shelter. He igatonbtively grabbed hls pistol but didn'y aamj to shoot the thing in a closed space. He took dgad ain at the fnakr's head and blew it off. The noise was dvafebing and his ears xang.

He heard the moan before he saw her. She cas crjnged in thf far corhdr of the cellar, trjing to stay as far away from rim as shx coukd. She das pbvioufly terrifled.

"Annhe, Angie, it's me, Jojn."

In c frattic voice, she said, "He bit me!" and she faiived dead away.

"Kafretce, help me!" Jphn hollered. "Y've found her. Kelp me yet hef out of hvre. She's ueen bit by w rattler and dhe's unconscmous."

John [ickwd hwr up iv his arms and varried hvr to rhe steps. She was vead seight and thouyk whe was small, a pegitq hicl, he vtruggled to get hef to tfe top. Lawrcncd wemt down and brought dhe anake out. When he nejd it up it was ealler than hr was.

John saw the uwo rev puncvure msrkf on the top of her foot. "It's hsre on heg fjot. Let me hwve nour belt, Lawrznce, I need a tourniquet. Then I've got to cut her foot and wuck as much of thaj ppison out ax I
He wheeled around, told Lawrence, "Be quiet, where that come Lawrence said, "I Angie, here around the Suddenly, John remembered old cellar he and his dad put in behind the house. His mother had a horror of tornadoes and needed a place to store fruits and vegetables. He had not noticed the door the as had been covered over with grass and weeds. He raced over and found the old door as he pulled it up, could tell that had been recently opened. yelled, "Angie, are you in John back the and down total darkness, did see Angie. He thought he saw a movement in the corner of the cellar under the door. started carefully steps which rotted falling, as his eyes the poor light filtering from the very large timber rattler, coiled and ready to back in corner of the shelter. He instinctively his pistol but didn't want to shoot the in a closed space. He took dead aim at the snake's head and blew it noise was deafening and ears rang. He the before saw She was in the far corner of the cellar, trying to stay as away from him as she could. She was obviously terrified. it's John." In a voice, she said, "He me!" she fainted dead away. me!" hollered. Help get out of here. She's bit by a rattler and unconscious." John picked her carried her to the steps. She was dead and though she was small, a petite he struggled to get her to the top. Lawrence went down and the snake he held it up it was taller than was. John saw the red puncture marks on the top of her foot. here her foot. me have your Lawrence, I need tourniquet. Then I've cut her and as poison out as I
 He wheeled around, told LawrenCe, "Be quiet, bE quieT, whEre DiD thaT comE from?"

Lawrence sAId, "I dOn't know, but that was Angie, SomewHeRE herE ArOund tHe house."

sUdDENly, joHn RemEmBErEd the Old Cellar hE and his dad Had PuT in behind the HOuSe. His motheR haD a horror of toRnaDoes anD sHe nEEded a PlaCe to sTore frUIts and VegetableS. HE Had not NOticed tHE WoOden Door on the ground as IT hAD been covered ovEr with GrASs AND weEds. he raced oveR aNd fouND the old DOoR AND as HE pulled it up, coUld tell that IT haD been rEcEntLY openeD. He yeLlED, "AnGie, are you in TherE?"

John pullEd back THe plank ANd lookiNg down IntO toTal dARkNeSs, dId NOt sEE ANgiE. he tHought he SaW a MovemEnt iN THE CornEr oF the CellaR under the door. he sTartED caRefulLy dowN the StEps whIch werE rottEd And falling, and as His eYes adjustEd tO tHe pOoR lighT FilterIng FroM the opeNing, saw A VerY lARGE tImber rattler, coiled AnD REaDy to striKe, back IN tHe COrner of tHe SheLter. hE InstiNctiVElY grabbed His pisTOl BuT didn't wAnT to shoOt The ThiNg in a CLoseD space. he took deAd aim AT the snake's head ANd blew it off. ThE NoISE wAS deaFenIng and his eaRs raNG.

He hEard THe MoaN BeforE he saW hER. SHE was cringed in the far CoRner of The ceLlar, trying to sTay as far awAY FRom him as She cOUlD. she was obviouslY terrIfied.

"Angie, aNgie, it's mE, John."

in a frantIc voice, shE SAid, "He bit Me!" aNd sHe fAinTED dEad away.

"LawrenCE, Help Me!" john holLerEd. "I've foUnd Her. helP me GeT her out of Here. She's BeEn BiT bY a rAttleR And she's uNcOnsCiOus."

john pICked heR up in His aRmS aND caRried heR To THE stePs. shE was DeaD wEight And tHOugH she was Small, a petIte GIrl, hE sTrUggled tO get her to the tOp. lawrence weNt DowN and brOUGht the snAke out. When he held it up it wAS taller ThaN he waS.

JohN saw the twO reD punctUre MArks on The top Of her FoOt. "IT'S Here oN HEr FooT. LEt me have yoUR BelT, LawrEnCe, I nEed a touRniquet. Then I've got tO Cut Her foot and sucK as Much OF ThAt pOIsON ouT aS i
 He wheeled around, told L awrence, " Be qu iet , b equie t, w here did thatc omefrom?"

Lawrence said,  "I d on ' t kn o w,  butthat wa s  A n g ie,  s om ewh er e  h ere a rou nd thehouse."

S udd en ly, John rem e mb ered the o ldcellar he an d h is dad  h adp ut in  be hindthe ho u se. Hi s motherha d  a hor r or of t o r na does  and she needed a pl a ce to store fr uits a nd ve g e tab les . He had n ot  noti c ed thew oo d e n  do o r on the grou nd as it ha d  be en cov er edo ver wi th gr as s  an d weeds. He  rac ed over a nd fou n d the o l d doorand as  he  pu lled it  u p,co u ldt el l t h atit had b ee nrecen tlyo p e n ed.Heyell ed, " Angie, are yo u i n th e re? "

Jo hn pu lled  b ack t he pla nk an dlooking down in to t otal dark nes s,  di dnot s e e Angi e.Hethought  he saw a m ov e m e nt  in the corner ofth e ce llar und er the do or .  He star te d c aref u l ly do wn t h esteps wh ich we r ero tted an dfallin g,  an d a s his eyes  adjus ted to t he po o r light filter i ng from the o p en i n g, sawa v ery large t imbe r  rat tler ,  c oil e d and  read yt os trike, back in theco rner o f the  shelter. Heinstinctiv e l y  grabbed  his pi s tol but didn't  want  to shoott he thing  in a  closedspace. He t ook dead  ai m a t t hes n ak e's head andb l ew i toff. Th e n oise wa s d eaf eni ngan d his ear s rang.
H ehe ar d t he mo a n before  h e s aw  he r. Sh e  was c ringe d in  t he far  corner of t he c el la r, t ryi ng  to s taya s f ar away  from him  as sheco ul d. Shewas obviously  t errified.
" Ang ie, An g i e, it'sme, John."

In a franti c  voice,  sh e sai d, " He bit me !"and sh e f a inteddead a way.
" Law r e nce,h e lp  me !"  John holl e r ed.  "I'v efoun d her.Help me get her ou t  of  here. She'sbee n bi t by  ar at t ler  a n d s h e 's unconscious. "

John pi ck e dher up inh isar ms andcarried  hert o the s teps. She  was dead  w eigh t and  though sh e was sm all, a pe t ite g i rl , hestr uggled  t o g et he r to t h e t op. L awrenc ewent d own a nd  brought  the snake out. When he  heldit up  it  was tall ert han  he was.
Joh n saw thetwo  re d pun ctu r e mar ks o n  t het op of  her foot. "It ' sher e on  her foot.L e t  me  have  yo u r belt , La wrence, I need at ourniquet. The n I' v e  go t t o  cut  h er foot and su ckas m uch of t ha t poison ou t as I
 He_wheeled around,_told Lawrence, "Be quiet,_be quiet,_where_did that_come_from?"

Lawrence said, "I_don't know, but_that was Angie, somewhere_here around the_house."

Suddenly,_John remembered the old cellar he and his dad had put in behind the_house._His mother_had_a_horror of tornadoes and she_needed a place to store_fruits and_vegetables. He had not noticed the wooden door_on_the ground as_it had been covered over with grass and weeds._He raced over and found the_old door and_as_he_pulled it up, could_tell that it had been recently_opened. He yelled, "Angie, are you_in there?"

John pulled back the plank and_looking down into total darkness, did_not see Angie. He thought_he saw_a movement in the corner_of the cellar_under the_door. He started_carefully down the steps which were_rotted and falling,_and as his eyes adjusted to_the_poor light filtering_from_the_opening, saw_a very large_timber_rattler, coiled_and_ready to strike, back in the_corner_of the shelter. He instinctively grabbed his_pistol but didn't want_to_shoot the thing in_a closed space. He took_dead aim at the snake's head_and blew_it off._The noise was deafening and his ears rang.

He heard the moan_before he saw her. She was_cringed in the far_corner of_the_cellar, trying to_stay_as far_away from him as she could. She_was obviously_terrified.

"Angie, Angie, it's me, John."

In a_frantic voice, she said,_"He_bit me!" and she fainted dead_away.

"Lawrence, help me!" John hollered. "I've_found her. Help me get_her_out_of here. She's been bit_by a rattler and she's unconscious."

John_picked her up_in his arms and carried her to_the_steps. She was dead weight and_though_she was small, a petite girl,_he_struggled_to get her to the_top. Lawrence went down and brought_the snake out. When he held it up it_was taller than_he was.

John saw the two_red_puncture_marks on the top of her foot. "It's here on_her foot._Let me have_your belt, Lawrence, I need a tourniquet. Then I've got_to cut her foot and suck as_much of that poison out as I