the pine-trees, left of
that big sugar-loaf--the light-green one."

He pointed to a tall cone-like cypress, and I felt that I knew the
rough, bare, stony place exactly.

"Ready?" he whispered again.

I nodded.

"Then you must walk this time like a cat. Perhaps he's gone, but he may
be fast asleep still."

He made a point with his fork to show me how he meant to fix the reptile
to the ground, and I took a good grip of my rake-handle, intending to
try and disable the monster by one blow.

This part of our journey was much more tedious than the other, for we
were now getting close to the spot, and we knew that though sometimes it
was possible to walk close by a snake without disturbing it, at other
times the slightest sound would send it gliding rapidly out of sight.

We approached then in the most stealthy way, Morgan holding his fork the
while as if it were a gun, and we were advancing upon the enemy.

Low growth had sprung apace about the clearing, so that we could not get
a sight of the spot till we were close by, when Morgan softly parted the
bush-like growth, peered out, drew back, and signed to me to advance,
moving aside the while, so that I could pass him, and peer out in turn.

I was not long in availing myself of the opportunity; and there, not a
dozen feet from me, lay twisted about, something like a double S, a
large specimen of the serpent I had so often heard about; and a curious
shrinking sensation came over me, as I noticed its broad flat head,
shaped something like an old-fashioned pointed shovel, with the neck
quite small behind, but rapidly increasing till the reptile was fully,
as Morgan said, thick as his wrist; and then slowly tapering away for a
time before rapidly running down to where I could see five
curious-looking rings at the end of the dull grey tail.

"A rattlesnake," I said to myself, as with a kind of fascination I
eagerly looked at the line which marked the gaping mouth showing plainly
in an ugly smile; then at the dull creamy-brown and grey markings, and
the scales which covered the skin, here and there looking worn and
crumpled, and as if it was a trifle too big for the creature that wore
it as if it were a shirt of mail.

I should have stood there staring at the repellent-looking creature for
long enough, had not Morgan softly drawn me back, and then led the way
round to our left, so that we could have the sun behind us, and approach
the dangerous reptile without having t