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No sooner had the man who fixed it in leaped back (and he did so very
smartly, while the others laughed at him and caused him to rip out a
hideous oath) than the reptile coiled fiercely up the stick; but the
hand was gone from the end of it, and down it slithered again.
Then it saw me with its beady eyes, rattled fiercely, again coiled,
and—I closed my eyes and drew in my head to the shoulders and wriggled
as far to the side as I could.
But something smote me on the chin. I felt my heart in my throat, and
thought I to myself, "I am a dead man now"; but before I opened my eyes
again I heard another rattle, opened my eyes in quick horror, saw the
second leap of the snake toward me, and shrivelled backward again.
"Close shave!" cried one of my tormentors; but this time, after the tap
on my chin I felt something moist trickle down upon the point of it, and
I thought me that I was close enough to get the poison that it spat, but
not close enough to allow of its fangs reaching me.
"But if this stuff should reach my eye it might be fatal," thought I,
heedless now of headache or weariness, or anything but the terrible
present. My mouth, too, I kept tight closed, as you may guess.
"Will you tell us now, kid?" cried Farrell. "Will you spit it out now?"
Thought I to myself: "I must die now for certain. I trust that even if I
knew, I would not reveal this that they ask. But assuredly, to reveal
it or to keep it secret is not mine to choose. I must even die."
It came into my head that soon the thin string would, at one of these
leaps, cut clean through the snake’s tail, and then— Then it leapt
again.
"I do not know!" cried I. "I cannot tell you!"
"Then you can just lie there!" snapped one of the four, and went back to
his place of outlook on the ledge. And the other, who had been watching
the valley, came and stood by my shoulder, irritating the snake, by his
presence, to fresh efforts.
"You ’re a fool," he said. "Your partners have deserted you. They ’re
off. There ain’t hide nor hair to be seen of them. If they ’d leave
you in a lurch like this, you ’re a fool not to let us know the
location. We ’ll follow ’em up again and take vengeance on ’em for
you—see?"
And just then, as though to refute his remarks as to the heedlessness of
my partners, I heard a faint snap of a rifle, and the man with the
squint, who had taken his turn on guard at the place this fellow had
vacated, turned round and said he: "Boys, O boys, I ’m hit!"
Something in the tone of his voice made me glance at him sharply, but
with half an eye for the snake, as you may be sure, and my ears alert
for its warning rattle. I was never more alert in my life than then,
and, strange though it may seem, the predominating thought in my mind
was, "How sad, how very sad to leave this world, never to see the rich,
rich blue of that sky again!"
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