"Labarri! Labarri!"
At which Francis assumed the worst.
"Lie down, and be quiet!" he repeated harshly. "You haven't a second to lose."
But she had eyes only for the dead snake. Her relief was patent; but Francis was no witness to it, for he was bending again to perform the classic treatment of snake-bite.
"You dare!" she threatened him. "It's only a baby labarri, and its bite is harmless. I thought it was a viperine. They look alike when the labarri is small."
The constriction of the circulation by the tourniquet pained her, and she glanced down and discovered his handkerchief knotted around her leg.
"Oh, what have you done?"
A warm blush began to suffuse her face.
"But it was only a baby labarri," she reproached him.
"You told me it was a viperine," he retorted.