res in its day, and I'm glad it's
done."

They were not disturbed by lions that night, but the mosquitoes and
sand-flies made up for it, tormenting them so that morning was gladly
hailed, and Jack and Dick went off with a measuring tape to get the
length and girth of the great reptile as a trophy.

"I say eighteen feet long," said Jack decidedly, as they walked along.

"Do you remember what father said about the travellers' measurements?"
said Dick drily. "No, Jack, he is not eighteen feet long, nor sixteen.
I should say fifteen feet."

"But I read that they grow to twenty-five and thirty feet long," said
Jack.

"Perhaps they do," replied Dick, "but our one hadn't time to grow so
long, and--hallo!"

"Hallo!" said Jack.

"Hallo!" said Dick again.

"Father must have had it dragged back into the stream, so let's go back.
Pah! how busy the vultures have been."

They had evidently been gorging themselves upon the crocodile's vitals
since daybreak, and a perfect flock of them flew sluggishly away as the
boys made sure that the reptile was not where it had been left, and then
went back to ask their father about the monster.

"No," he said, "I have not had the creature touched. I'll go with you.
Here, General."

The Zulu strode up, and Chicory followed; and thus strengthened they
went back to the place where the crocodile had been left, and the
General pointed out the exact spot where it had lain. Then bending
down, he pointed with his finger to certain marks leading to the edge of
the little cliff, and then showed that it was evident that the crocodile
had struggled to the edge, and fallen over some six feet on to the sand
and stones below.

"But he couldn't have gone down there," cried Dick. "Father shot him
dead, and then I did."

"Was that you speaking, my boy, or Dinny?" said Mr Rogers, smiling.

"Ah, but you know what I mean, father," cried the boy; and then they all
looked down on to the strand, but not without keeping a watchful eye
upon the water.

Here the General showed the impression made by the crocodile in the
sand, and also the marks of its claws and tail as it crawled into the
river, and then they all stared at each other.

"Why, it must have come to life again," said Jack.

"No kill some crocodiles," said the Zulu solemnly; and then, after a
little more examination of the spot, Mr Rogers turned back towards the
camp, Dick and Jack remembering that it was breakfast-time, and feeling
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