Jack at Sea: All Work and No Play Made Him a Dull BoyFenn, George Manville
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Jack at Sea: All Work and No Play Made Him a Dull Boy
Fenn, George Manville
Adventure stories; Natural history -- Juvenile fiction; Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction
But there was the strange instinct of self-preservation awake in the
lad, and that had started into watchfulness, though the body remained
inert, and when the cry was repeated the body was warned, and Jack
aroused into wakefulness, feeling, he knew not why, that something was
wrong.
It was close upon sunset, and the cap of the mountain glowed once more
as if it had burst into eruption, but all was perfectly still save the
whistling and shrieking of birds at a distance.
He did not move, but turned his eyes toward where Ned lay snoring
softly; then he cast his eyes toward the fire, which was apparently
quite out, but the next moment the soft sea-breeze came with a gentle
puff, and the embers glowed faintly, showing that with a little tending
there was enough left to revive the blaze again.
The silence in face of that wondrous glow overhead was oppressive, and
the feeling of danger at hand seemed to grow, and then began to die out,
for there was nothing visible, till all at once a peculiarity close up
by the glowing wood ashes took the lad's attention, and then he
shuddered slightly, for there, evidently attracted by the warmth, toward
which they had crawled, were several snakes, with the possibility of
there being more which he could not see. For the most part they were
small, but a part of the coil of one showed that its owner must be as
thick as his arm, and beyond lay in a kind of double S one that was far
larger.
Then all at once there came the peculiar cry which had awakened him, and
it had hardly died out when it was answered from the edge of the forest
beyond the opening, at one side of which they lay.
"All right, Mr Jack, sir," said Ned in a muttering, ill-used tone.
"We'll toddle on now. Needn't be so hard on a fellow. Only just closed
my eyes."
Jack turned his head to the speaker, but Ned had not stirred, and after
a momentary glance in the direction from which the call had come--
evidently the ravine leading down to the sea--he rolled over three
times, and brought himself close enough to touch his companion. But in
the act of turning he felt something move, there was a sharp struggling,
and a snake glided from beneath him hissing angrily, and he turned cold
at the thought that another of the dangerous creatures had been sleeping
coiled up closely to him for warmth.
Worse still, the hissing and rustling had startled those by the fire.
Two malignant heads suddenly started up a few inches, and there was that
peculiar gliding of coils in which the same serpent seems to be going in
several directions at once.
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