The stare was fixed upon poor Tom, and having retreated but a few
feet, he now stood as though rooted to the spot. Slowly the form
of the snake was lowered, until only the end of its tail kept it
up on the tree branch. Then the head and neck began to swing back
and forth, in a straight line with Tom's face.
The horrible fascination held the poor, boy as by a spell, and he
could do nothing but look at those eyes, which seemed to bum
themselves upon his very brain. Closer and closer, and still
closer, they came to his face, until at last the reptile prepared
to strike.
Crack! It was Sam's pistol that spoke up, at just the right
instant, and those beady eyes were ruined forever, and the wounded
head twisted in every direction, while the body of the serpent,
dropping from the tree, lashed and dashed hither and thither in
its agony. Then the spell was broken, and Tom let out such a yell
of terror as had never before issued from his lips.
Crack! came a second shot from Sam's pistol. But the serpent was
moving around too rapidly for a good aim to be taken, and only the
tip of the tail was struck. Then, in a mad, blind fashion, the
snake coiled itself upon Aleck's foot, and began, with
lightning-like rapidity, to encircle the colored man's body.
"Help!" shrieked Aleck, trying to pull the snake off with his
hands. "Help! or Ise a dead man, shuah!"
"Catch him by the neck, Aleck!" ejaculated Tom, and brought out
his own pistol.
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