“He smelled a serpent in front of us, and I stamped him to death.”
“Was it venomous?” the American was prompted to ask.
“I think it was a coral snake, but he was not large.”
“If he had bitten you?”
“Pardon me, Major, he did not.”
“There may be others near us.”
“Perhaps; their bite is sure death; we must be ready to crush them under our feet—hist! here come General Yozarro and the officers.”