“Six-footer? No!” I said. “It’s about as big as a fat baby.”
“I thought so,” said my uncle. “Never mind the poor little thing; look-out for the monstrous snake. I daresay it’s one of the anacondas crept up out of the river. See it?”
“No, uncle; but there might be a dozen up there.”
“Keep on looking. You must see it if it’s as big as Pete here says. Was it close to the trunk, my lad?”
“Not very, sir; it was just out a little way, where the boughs spread out.”
“I see it!” I cried. “Keep the boat quite still. It’s curled up all in a knot.”
“A hundred feet long?” said my uncle, laughing.
“Not quite, uncle.”
“Well, fifty?”
“I don’t think so, uncle.”