“And we haven’t a gun!” moaned Joe ruefully. “What will we do?”
“You mean we haven’t a rifle, but we have a gun.” Bob produced his revolver, which he aimed carefully at the horrible staring eyes.
“I won’t dare miss!” he thought, and then pulled the trigger.
The report of the pistol mingled with a sickening swishing noise as the snake lashed about in its death struggle.
“You got him, all right.” Joe felt a refreshing feeling of relief creep over him.
Bob nodded.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said in a determined voice. “There’s no telling how many more of these creatures we may see if we don’t.”
“I should have brought the movie camera,” laughed Joe, as they descended the hill. “That would have made a peach of a picture.”
“I’m glad you didn’t,” came from Dr. Rander. “Because the sight of those ruins might have inspired some scientists to come over this trail. And the secret treasure cave might be known to them—if they could open the hidden door.”