Frank saw the snake making ready to dive at him again.
He knew that it was folly to risk his life in such a manner.
So accepting discretion as the better part of valor, the young inventor dashed from the wagon.
The huge snake’s body was rapidly sliding into the wagon.
The explorers dumbfounded and irresolute stood outside and watched the proceeding with curious sensations.
“Well, upon me sowl,” cried Barney, “howiver will we get the omadhoun out av’ that? Bad cess to his ugly shape, say I.”
“By Jove, that is a stickler,” declared Buckden. “How will we ever get him out of the cage?”
“At present he is master of the situation,” declared Frank.
“I jus’ fink dat ole snake am gwine fo’ to gib us some trubble,” declared Pomp.
“It looks like it.”