“That is out of my knowledge,” Dr. Rander said. “I never have found anything yet that they might eat. Unless it would be other fleas.”
There was a general laugh.
“Whatever it is, it’s enough to keep them alive,” observed Bob, scratching his arm. “At least as long as we stay they’ll be able to secure a good living.”
“Suppose we get out and don’t stay any longer,” was the suggestion made by Joe Lewis. “There isn’t anything here——”
“What’s that?” cried Bob suddenly, interrupting his friend.
Bob had heard a peculiar noise that caused him to turn about.
Again it came, a hideous hiss that made them jump in alarm.
“Snake!” pronounced Dr. Rander, and an instant later a long slim body unwound itself and made slowly toward the three explorers.
“It’s poisonous, all right,” observed Bob, noting the peculiar shape of the reptile’s head.