words died in his throat unuttered.

I do not know how long I stood thus silent and motionless, but it seemed
to me hours; and each moment I could feel that I was growing weaker and
weaker, and more strongly urged forward in the direction of the snake.
And then the tail of the monster, which had lain dormant for some time,
began to exhibit signs of life, and to form graceful curves in the air,
as though enjoying a mighty triumph, or beckoning other monsters to come
forward and witness the result of an interview with the lords of the
creation.

"Blast your picturs!" exclaimed the ruffian, and I heard him move as
though he intended to come towards us.

I could not withdraw my gaze from the snake, and if I should live a
thousand years, I never could hope to witness such a gorgeous display as
the eyes of the monster exhibited when the sound of footsteps disturbed
the silence of the room. Showers of gold, silver, and precious stones,
all mingled together, and exhibited by gas light, would be but a poor
comparison, when contrasted with the splendor that I thought I observed
in the serpent's eyes.

I heard the ruffian take one, two, three steps towards us, and I heard
him utter an oath at our apparent indifference, and then, like a flash
of lightning, I saw the tail of the snake gleam through the air, and
encircle, coil after coil, the stout body of the midnight robber!

I heard a sudden exclamation of horror; a fearful imprecation escaped
the lips of the ruffian, and then the wonderful spell, which had bound
me for I know not how long, was dissipated, and weak and trembling, I
staggered back, and sank upon the floor, too much exhausted to escape
from the building, and too much overcome with horror, at the struggle
going on before me, to offer aid.

CHAPTER XL.

DEATH OF THE BURGLAR BY THE SNAKE.

The struggle that was going on in our room did not prevent me--as I lay
upon the floor, too exhausted and faint to assist the ruffian who called
himself Pete Hurley's friend--from glancing towards Fred, to see how he
fared. He appeared to be in the same condition as myself, and was lying
upon his side, almost motionless; but his eyes were riveted upon the
horrible contortions of the snake, as the ruffian, a powerfully built
man, strove to tear off the coils which bound him with fetters that were
like steel.

The man's cries and oaths were fierce, but uttered in a gasping tone, as
though his very life was being pre