great delight I found that he had hunted out the one we had left with
Jack Penny.

"Fastum round big wood!" he cried; and then he tried to explain how the
fish had entangled the line round what an American would call a snag;
and the result was that we had two fine fish to carry back to the camp,
Jimmy's being tired out and readily yielding as he hauled on the line.

"I don't think I'll fish to-day," said Jack Penny then. "I say, I feel
as if that buck warn't good enough to eat."

Hardly had he spoken before he softly sank down sidewise, and lay
looking very white, and with his eyes shut.

"Is it the venison?" I said in a whisper to the doctor.

"No. He is a little faint, now the reaction has set in," replied the
doctor; and we had to carry poor wet Jack Penny as well as the fish into
camp, and of course we got no farther on our journey that day.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

HOW A STRANGE VISITOR CAME TO CAMP.

Jack seemed very little the worse after a good night's rest, that is to
say bodily. He was a little white, and his breakfast did not disappear
so rapidly as usual, for, probably on account of his great length, and
the enormous amount of circulation and support to keep up, Jack Penny
used to eat about as much as two ordinary boys. He was, however
evidently a little bit upset in his mind, and he laid this open to me
just before starting once more.

"I say," he said in a low tone, "did I seem such a very great coward
yes'day, Joe Carstairs?"

"Coward! No," I said; "not you. Any one would have been frightened."

"But I hollered so," whispered Jack. "I don't think a young fellow
ought to holler like a great girl."

"I know I should," I replied. "There, never mind now. They're all
ready to start. Come on!"

Jack Penny shook his head rather thoughtfully, and then, in a
dissatisfied dreamy way, he walked on with me, shouldering his gun, and
stooping more than ever, so that it seemed as if he were looking for
something which he could not find.

We had to pass pretty close to the crocodile, so close that Jack nearly
stumbled over it, and a cry of horror involuntarily escaped him as he
jumped aside.

Then, turning scarlet with annoyance, he gave the monster a kick, and
darted back holding his nose, for it was exhaling a most offensive musky
odour.

I looked at the creature closely and with some curiosity, thinking the
while how much smaller it was than those we had seen in the lagoon. All
the same