I have seen some villainous-looking countenances in my time, but none more abhorrent of aspect than was that of Pablo Garcia, as, distorted with rage, he started on seeing Lilla resting half supported by me.  The handsome regularity of his features seemed then to have the effect of making the distortion more striking.  There was an angry frown, too, upon my uncle’s face as he strode up; and, almost roughly taking Lilla from me, he exclaimed hoarsely: 

“Harry, after what I said I did not expect this.”

“It was quite by accident we met, Uncle.  Lilla has had a terrible shock,” I exclaimed hastily.  “A hideous serpent ­terrible conflict ­”

I stopped short, for there was a sneering grin of disbelief on Garcia’s countenance, which made me want to dash my fist in his face, as he said: 

“Very terrible conflict ­a very dragon attacking the maiden, and this new Saint George of England coming to her rescue.  I don’t see any blood about.”

“I should like to make some come from his nose,” muttered Tom.

“What has happened?” said my uncle frowning; for he did not seem to like Garcia’s allusion.

Lilla spoke in faint trembling tones: 

“I was resting after gathering those flowers, when a rustling overhead took my attention, and ­ah! ­”

She shuddered, turned pale, and covered her face with her hands, quite unable to proceed; when my uncle turned to me, and I explained what I had seen, in proof of which I turned to the beaten-down foliage, upon which lay thickly, in spite of Garcia’s words, fast-drying spots and goûts of blood, which we traced right down to the river’s bank, in a dense bed of reeds, where they ceased, and it was not thought advisable to search farther.

“Let us get back, my child,” said my uncle tenderly to Lilla.  “You must come alone into the woods no more.”

There was a troubled and meaning tone in my uncle’s words, and more than once I caught his eye directed at me.  But directly after he moved off towards the hacienda, closely followed by Garcia, while I hung back undecided how to act; for I was suffering from a troubled conscience, as I thought of the promise I had so lately given.

My reverie was interrupted by Tom, who had been standing unnoticed.

“Did you see Muster Garshar, Mas’r Harry,” said Tom; “how he showed you the whole of his teeth, just like a mad dog going to bite?”

“No, Tom; I did not take particular notice of him,” I said.

“Well, I did, Mas’r Harry,” said Tom; “and if you take my advice you’ll look out; for they’re a rum lot here, as you know.  They don’t hit with the fist, only when that there fist has got an ugly-looking knife in it, sharp as a razor; and when they hit a poor fellow with it, and he dies afterwards, they don’t call it murder ­they call it fighting ­a set of uncultivated, ignorant savages!  I only wish I had the teaching of them!  But look here, Mas’r Harry, you’ll take care, won’t you?”

“Why, Tom?” I said dreamily.

“Why, Mas’r Harry?  Why? because Muster Garshar don’t like you ­not a bit.  That’s all.”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Ah! you may hyste your shoulders till you skretches your ears with them, Mas’r Harry; but that don’t make no better of it.  I promised your mother as I’d take care of you and stick to you; but how am I to do that if you get yourself spoiled somehow or other?  But, say, Mas’r Harry, was it such a werry big un?”

“Was what a very big one?” I said wonderingly.

“Why, the sarpint ­it might have been a sea-sarpint, for nobody seemed to believe in it.”

“Yes,” I said moodily, “an enormous beast.”

“And he got it pretty hot from the tiger thing?”

“You saw the blood about, and now hold your tongue.”

“But I ain’t done yet, Mas’r Harry,” said Tom eagerly.  “That there Don wouldn’t believe in it, and we knowed that it went into that brake.  What do you say to going up to the house, getting the guns, and then shooting the beast and skinning him; so as to show them that English lads don’t go bouncing and swelling about without they’ve got something to bounce and swell about?”

There was something in Tom’s project that interested me, and I turned to him with eagerness.  Adventure ­something to prove that I had been no boaster, something to divert the current of my thoughts; it was the very thing, but I said gloomily the next minute: 

“We should be too late, Tom; the beast must have taken to the river.”

“All wounded beasts make to the water, Mas’r Harry,” said Tom; “but we don’t know that we should be too late.  What I say is ­Let’s try.”

“Come along then,” I cried.

We walked up to the hacienda, encountering Garcia on the portal, ready to bestow upon us both a sneering grin as we again issued forth, each carrying a double gun loaded with buck-shot.

I don’t think we, either of us, stopped to consider whether it was prudent to run the risk before us, with a very problematic chance of success; but hurrying back regardless of the sun, we soon stood once more by the fallen tree, and began to follow the beaten track left by the contending enemies till we reached the great brake by the river-side, when for the first time we turned and looked at each other.

“Oh! it’s all right, Mas’r Harry,” said Tom; “and if he’s in here we’ll soon rouse him out.”  For it was evident that he had interpreted the doubt that had found a home in my mind.

“You think it will be here still?” I said.

“Sartain, Mas’r Harry; and ­hist! don’t speak above a whisper.  He’s in there, sure enough; for look yonder at those monkeys, they ain’t chattering and swinging about there for nothing.”

In effect a family of monkeys were aloft howling and making a deafening din, and I could not help thinking with Tom that it meant the presence of enemies.

“Look out!” I shouted the next minute to Tom; for a huge crocodile that we had passed unseen, sleeping amongst the dank herbage, had apparently awakened to the belief that we were trying to cut off its retreat and charging down straight at Tom in order to reach the river, it was only by a grand display of activity that might have been learned of the monkeys above us that he avoided the onslaught, and the next minute the hideous reptile had disappeared from sight; but we could hear its rustling onward progress, followed by a heavy splash, one or two ominous growls, and the increased activity of the monkeys, showing that our ideas with respect to these latter were not without basis.

“I tell you what, Mas’r Harry,” said Tom, as he stood mopping the perspiration from his face, “them ugly beasts have got a spite against me, I know they have; and if I’m lost, mind this, I’m swallowed down by one of them crocks, I know I am, so mind that; and if you do go home without me tell Sally Smith that I was swallowed by a crockeydile, and all for love of she.  Now, Mas’r Harry, I’m ready if you are?  Let’s both keep together, tread softly, and take good steady aim before we fire; for this ain’t like putting a handful of oats in the snow in our yard and then shooting at cock-sparrers.  If we hit what we’ve come after, mind ’twill be something to put in the bag!”

I was now as excited as Tom, and together we stepped slowly on through the dense brake, parting the heavy growth with the barrels of our guns as we trod lightly over the swampy ground, which sent up a hot, stifling, steamy exhalation.

Yard after yard we pressed on, watchful ever; but though the track was plain enough, the elastic water grasses had sprung back so as to thoroughly impede our view, and we knew that at any moment we might be ready to plant our feet upon the wounded monster that we sought.

Twice over little alligators went scuttling from beneath our feet, at the last time drawing forth an ejaculation from Tom, and then we stopped short with our guns at our shoulders; for Tom’s utterance was followed by a warning shriek from the monkeys, and then, as that ceased, came a low, fierce, snarling growl from apparently just in front.

“What shall we do?” I thought.

For a moment I felt disposed to try and get round some other way, but the slightest movement now was sufficient to bring forth a growl from our invisible enemy; and it was very plain that we had tracked the jaguar to his lair while the boa had escaped.

To have retreated would have been to bring it down upon us; so after a glance at Tom’s resolute face I made a sign and we took a step in advance.

Only one; we had time for no more, for with a savage yell the jaguar bounded right at Tom from the opening; we just obtained a glimpse of it, and it was like firing at a streak of something brown passing rapidly through the air, but fire I did, both barrels almost simultaneously; and the next moment Tom was knocked down and the jaguar had disappeared amongst the reeds we had but just passed.

“Are you hurt, Tom?” I cried anxiously, as I stooped to secure his undischarged gun.

“Hurt!” he exclaimed angrily; “of course I am!  Just as if you could have one of them great cats fly at you and knock you over without being hurt!  But I ain’t killed, Mas’r Harry,” he said, rising and shaking himself. “`Them as is born to be hanged won’t never be drowned,’ and them as is born to be swallowed by crocks won’t never be torn to pieces by wild cats.  Look out, Mas’r Harry!  Give it him again!”

At that moment, snarling and lashing its tail from side to side as it showed us its white teeth, the jaguar now crept back, cat-like, on its belly, as if about to spring, when, with the best aim I could, I gave it both barrels of Tom’s gun, and with a convulsive bound the brute rolled over, dead.

“That’s hotter than the country, Mas’r Harry!” said Tom.  “But we killed him, anyhow; so load up.  But, my!  Mas’r Harry, what a beauty!  And did you see when he showed his teeth? ­he was the very image of the Don!”

I did not reply to Tom’s remarks; but as I reloaded I could not help admiring the glossy, spotted coat of the great beast I had just slain ­a brute whose activity and power must have been immense.

But we had not performed the task we had come to complete.  This was something upon which I had not counted; and now, though quite satisfied in my own mind that the serpent had escaped, we left our conquered assailant and once more began cautiously to pursue the track with guns pointed in advance, but without the expectation of a fresh assault, when, as if determined to be first this time, Tom suddenly fired at an upraised, threatening head, and it fell upon the monstrous, helpless, writhing coils of the immense serpent.

For it was evident that here the reptile had become too exhausted to continue its retreat, and Tom had administered the coup de grace.

It was almost an unnecessary shot, for the jaguar had terribly mangled the serpent, which was half-torn and bitten through in one place where it had been first seized; but even now I felt a strong desire to fire again, as I saw a hideous coil rise slowly and then fall motionless, while for the first time the monstrous proportions of the creature became apparent.

“Don’t stir, Mas’r Harry!” cried Tom triumphantly.  “Keep watch over ’em, or some one else will swear as he did it.  I’ll be back in less than half an hour.”

Then, before I could utter a word of remonstrance, Tom had dashed off, leaving me to my loathsome wardership.  But not for long; he was soon back with four Indians, giving his orders lustily, and we stood and looked on while they skinned the trophies.

“Perhaps they’ll believe you now, Mas’r Harry,” said Tom.  “We’ll take the skins up in triumph ­that we will!  But who’d ever have thought of my coming out here to shoot adders a hundred foot long?”

“Say five hundred, Tom,” I said laughing.

“Well, ain’t he, Mas’r Harry?” cried Tom innocently.

For from the effect of his elation it is probable that his eyes magnified, though, upon the skin being stretched out and measured, it proved to be exactly twenty feet three inches in length, while the reptile’s girth was greater than the thigh of a stout, well-built man.

But at last, with our trophies borne in front, we made our way back to the hacienda, the Indians shouting, and the whole of the workpeople turning out to welcome us.  But though my uncle expressed pleasure, and took the first opportunity of telling me that he had never for an instant doubted my word, it was plain enough that he was constrained in his manner; while as to Pablo Garcia, I believe that a blow would not have given him greater offence than did this proof which I forced upon him of the truth of my assertions.