"Looks terribly bad," said the new arrival, who knew his friends.
"Here, what does all this shooting mean? I came on to see."
"Awful great croc," cried Harry.
"Shooting at it?"
"Yes, and the big slugs rattled off it like hail on a lot of dry thatch."
"Then you did not kill it?"
"Kill it—no. Only wish we had. Mr. Cameron, it was a monster."
"So I suppose. Nine feet long, eh?"
"Nine feet long!" said Harry contemptuously; "why, it was over twenty."
"You young romancer!" cried the new-comer. "How long was it, Prince?"
"I've only seen its head," said Phra. "It was big enough for it to be thirty feet."