ers together, the wrists of one to
the ankles of the other, and they led them to the stream, and no sooner
had they disappeared beneath the black waters than there was almighty
splashing and bubbling of water, and there came crawling from the place
where the unfaithful wives had sunk so terrible a monster that the seven
brothers fled in fear.

This was the Green One, with his long ugly snout, cold, vicious eyes,
and his great clawed feet. Some say that these women had been changed by
magic into the Crocodile of the Pool, and many people believe this and
speak of the Green One in the plural.

Certain it is, that this terrible crocodile lived through the ages--none
hunting her, she was left in indisputable possession of the flat
sand-bank wherein to lay her eggs, and ranged the sandy shore of the
creek undisturbed.

She was regarded with awe; sacrifices, living and dead, were offered to
her from time to time, and sometimes a cripple or two was knocked on the
head and left by the water's edge for her pleasure. She was indeed a
veritable scavenger of crime for the neighbouring villages about, and
earned some sort of respect, for, as the saying went:

"Sandi does not speak the language of the Green One."

Sometimes M'zooba would go afield, leaving the quietude of the creek and
the pool, which was her own territory, for the more adventurous life of
the river, and here one day she lay, the whole of her body submerged and
only her wicked eyes within an eighth of an inch of the water's surface,
when a timorous young roebuck came picking a cautious way through the
forest across the open plantations to the water's edge. He stopped from
time to time apprehensively, trembling in every limb at the slightest
sound, looking this way and that, then taking a few more steps and again
searching the cruel world for danger before he reached the water's edge.

Then, after a final look round, he lowered his soft muzzle to the cool
waters. Swift as lightning the Green One flashed her long snout out of
the water, and gripped the tender head of the buck. Ruthlessly she
pulled, dragging the struggling deer after her till first its neck and
then its shoulders, then finally the last frantic waving stump of its
white tail went under the dark waters.

Out in midstream a white little boat was moving steadily up the river
and on the awning-shaded bridge an indignant young man witnessed the
tragedy. The Green One had her larder under a large shelv