There was a moment’s pause. Then a long rope seemed to rise from the floor and Bomba found himself looking into the eyes of the cooanaradi.
The fire stick spoke!
CHAPTER XXIV
THE VOLCANO’S ROAR
Simultaneously with the crack of the revolver Bomba threw himself from the further side of the bed to the floor.
There was a terrible thrashing about of the reptile’s body, and Bomba knew that it had been hit. But whether it was mortally or only slightly wounded he could not tell.
He held the revolver in readiness for a second shot, fearing every moment to see that dreadful head reappear.
But no second shot was necessary. A few more moments and the convulsive movements ceased.
The cooanaradi was dead!
With infinite caution Bomba tiptoed to the other side of the bed. Now there was no doubt. The reptile’s head was practically gone, shattered into fragments by that first shot.
Bomba slumped down on the bed, hardly able to believe in his good fortune. He caressed the revolver lovingly and slipped in another cartridge to take the place of the one that had done such good service.