FISHING WITH A WORM
"I say, Sree, hadn't you and your fellows better have a wash?" said Harry, as soon as Mr. Kenyon had re-entered the bungalow to go to his office on the other side for his regular morning work connected with the dispatching of rice and coffee down to the principal city.
"What good, Sahib?" said the man, looking up with so much wonder in his amiable, simple face, that both Phra and Harry burst out laughing, in which the men joined.
"Why, you are all so dirty, and you smell nasty and musky of that great snake."
"But we are going to skin it, Sahib, and we shall be much worse then."
"Oh yes, I forgot," said Harry.
"When we have done we shall all bathe and be quite clean, and go and thank the good Sahib before we depart."
He said a few words to his two men, and, gun in hand, the boys walked with them towards the boa, when a thought occurred to Harry.
"I say," he cried, "mind what you are about when you bathe, for there's a crocodile yonder, half as long again as that snake."
"Ah!" ejaculated the man, "then we must take care."