Once more the Steam Man went on down the broad avenue. There were many other streets diverging from this one, but they were more narrow and had not the appearance of this one. It was deemed best to keep to the main thoroughfare. At intervals a halt was called before some wonderful building of curious architecture and time was spent in studying it. ‪“Look here, Buckden!” said Frank, finally, ‪“how is this? What of that temple you wrote me about, which was so abundantly stocked with anacondas?” ‪“Oh, that is a good ways from here,” replied Buckden. ‪“This street I believe extends for a distance of twenty miles. Half way to the other end is a public square and there we will find the temple. At least, so I was informed by the native, Metlo.” ‪“Very good! then we shall be on the lookout for the anacondas.” The words were not out of Frank’s mouth when a warning cry came from Barney who was at the forward end of the wagon. ‪“Luk out fer yesilf, Misther Frank!” he cried; “there’s a big log acrost the road an’ if yez don’t luk out we’ll be overturned by it.” Frank quickly closed the throttle and applied the brake. Right across the Steam Man’s path was what looked like a log of palm, and it stretched from a clump of palms to a thicket which grew out of the paving stones full thirty feet away. But quick as he had been Frank was not in time to prevent the Steam Man from stumbling against it. The result was terrifying. The log was instantly an animated creature. Quick as a flash it bounded in air and ran up in huge coils, while the savage head of a huge anaconda emerged from the palm clump. Before Frank could make a move to retreat, the big snake had thrown its giant coils around the wagon and over the cage. The huge head was thrust against the steel netting, seeking an opening. “Tare an’ ’ounds!” yelled Barney in terror. “Av it ain’t another wan ov the snakes! Be me sowl, he’s puttin’ his head in at the windy!” This was a terrifying fact. The anaconda’s head suddenly was thrust through one of the port-holes. This chanced to be one of large circumference and the snake’s whole body began to slide into the cage. Frank Reade, Jr., seized a hatchet and made a blow at the snake. But the reptile’s head struck him in the breast and knocked him over. Its keen fangs tore his shirt and lacerated his flesh. When he picked himself up he was alone in the wagon with the snake. The anaconda’s body was sliding rapidly in through the port-hole. Barney and Pomp and Buckden had fled from the wagon through the rear door. “Come, Frank, for God’s sake!” cried Buckden, reaching in and pulling Frank toward the door. “Don’t stay there, or you will be killed.” 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.