"Then I beg your pardon humbly, Hal."
This was accompanied by a hearty clap on the shoulder.
"Oh, I don't mind," said the lad merrily. "Only if you won't believe me, Mr. Cameron, I won't believe you."
"I never tell travellers' tales, Hal."
"No, but you tell me sometimes that your nasty mixtures will do me good, and that's precious hard to believe."
The young doctor laughed.
"You ought to have killed the croc, though," he said.
"Sahib! Sahib, look!" cried Sree, as a shout arose from Mr. Cameron's boatmen.
All turned sharply to where the men were pointing, to see, floating on its back and with its toad-like under part drying in the hot sunshine, the body of a huge crocodile.
"That's ours," cried Harry.