“Looks like it,” his friend responded. “The path quits off there, you know, and continues from the other side.”
The words were scarcely spoken when Noko stopped and turned to the naturalists.
“Cross here,” he told them, indicating the log. “Must be care. Not slip.”
“Wow!” cried Bob suddenly.
“What’s the matter?” asked Joe.
For answer, Bob pointed to the stream.
There, lurking sluggishly on a flat shelf, was a huge crocodile which looked as if it were waiting for one of the adventurers to plunge into the dark water.