Charlie leaped out, and hurried to Tim. The latter was lying on the ground, in the next room. He had carried off three or four cushions, from the rajah's divan, and had thrown these down, and had spread a rug over him. He lay on his back, exactly as Hossein had described.
As Charlie hurried up, Tim again gave vent to the warning "S-s-s-h."
"What is the matter, Tim? What is the matter, my poor fellow?"
Tim made a slight motion, with his head, for his master to bend towards him. Charlie leant over him, and he whispered:
"There is a sarpent in bed with me."
"Are you quite sure, Tim?"
"He woke me with his cold touch," Tim whispered. "I felt him crawling against my foot, and now he is laying against my leg."
Charlie drew back for a minute, and consulted with Hossein.
"Lie quite still, Tim," he said, "and don't be afraid. We will try to kill him, without his touching you; but even if he should bite you, with help ready at hand, there will be no danger."
Charlie now procured two knives; the one a sharp surgical knife, from a case which he had brought; the other he placed in a charcoal fire, which one of the men speedily fanned, until the blade had attained a white heat. Charlie had decided that, if the snake bit Tim, he would instantly make a deep cut through the line of the puncture of the fangs, cutting down as low as these could penetrate, and immediately cauterize it, by placing the hot knife in the gash so made. Six men were called in, with orders to seize Tim on the instant, and hold his leg firm, to enable the operation to be performed. Two others were to occupy themselves with the snake. These were armed with sticks.