"It's only a dream-nightmare; but how horribly real," said Oliver Lane
to himself, as a feeling of resignation came over him, and he lay there
waiting for his imagination to be darkened over by a deeper sleep.
For there was an utter cessation of all sense of fear, and in quite a
philosophical fashion, he began to think of how clear it all was, and
how his mind could occupy mentally the position of a spectator, and look
on at the vivid picture in which his body was playing so important a
part.
"I know how it is," he thought; "I asked myself this afternoon whether
the writhing creatures I saw moving about in the mud were sea-snakes,
and directly after I began looking away among the trees, and wondering
whether there were any big boas among their branches. One generally can
trace one's dreams."
And all the time the weight upon his chest increased, and the pressure
grew more suffocating, while the serpent's head played about his lips,
touching them from time to time with its moist, cool tongue.
He felt then that, in accordance with all he had read, the monster would
now begin to cover him with what the wild beast showman call "its
serlimer," and then proceed to swallow him slowly, till he lay like a
great knot somewhere down its distended body, while the reptile went to
sleep for a month.
"And that wouldn't do for me," thought Oliver, as he felt quite amused
at the thought. "I want to be up and doing; so, as all these horrible
nightmare dreams come to an end, and as writers say, just at the most
intense moment--then I awoke, I think I've had enough of this, and that
it's time I did wake up."
At that moment a shudder ran through him, and he turned cold. A deathly
dank perspiration broke from every pore, and he lay absolutely
paralysed.
He was awake. He knew it well enough now. No nightmare could be so
vivid, and in no dream was it possible for him who had it to, as it
were, stand aside from the sufferer, as he had imagined. Yes, he was
wide awake, and this great reptile had nestled to him for the sake of
heat, after being half drowned by the flood. For after undulating its
neck for a few moments longer, it lowered its crest, and in place of
seizing him with its widely distending jaws, let its head sink down upon
his throat and then lay as if enjoying the warmth from his body, and
about to settle off to sleep.
What to do?
It was plain enough; so long as he lay perfectly still there was nothing
to fear, for the reptile's visit was neither inimical nor in search of
food. It had evidently glided up the plank slope and through the
gangway to escape from the chilling wet ground, then made its way into
the cabin and found the young man's berth pleasantly attractive. But
Oliver felt that the slightest movement on his part might incense the
creature and rouse within it a feeling that it was being attacked and a
desire to crush its aggressor.
He knew well enough how wonderfully rapid the motions of a reptile were,
and that in all probability if he stirred he would the next moment, be
wrapped with lightning speed within its folds, and crushed to death.
The muscular strength of these creatures was, he knew, prodigious; even
an eel of two or three feet long could twine itself up in a knot that
was hard to master, hence a serpent of fifteen or twenty feet in length
would, he felt, crush him in an instant.
Oliver Lane lay sick with horror. The weight upon his chest grew
unbearable, and the desire to cast it off stronger minute by minute, as
he lay motionless, with his oppressor quite invisible now.
Panton was in the berth above him, Drew upon the other side of the
cabin, and along the beams there were guns and rifles hanging ready for
use, while a faintly heard tread overhead told him that the watch was on
the alert. But though help and means of defence were so near and ready,
they seemed to be too far-off to avail him much, and hence he still did
not stir.
Twenty or thirty feet he felt the creature must be, and of enormous
thickness. They could not, then, be upon an isle, he thought, for such
a creature must be an inhabitant of the mainland. But what could he do,
with the weight increasing now? He could not possibly bear it much
longer, for the reptile must be far longer than he had first imagined--
forty feet at least.
At last, after vainly hoping that the serpent might grow restless and
leave him, he felt that he must make some effort, and determined to call
to his comrades for help.
But he hesitated, for what would be the consequences? The monster would
be aroused by the noise and the first movement he made; and if it did
not attack him, it would seize Drew or Panton, who would wake up in
complete ignorance of the danger at hand. They could not use their guns
there, in the narrow cabin, and the serpent would be master of the
field.
No; he dare not call for them to help him, nor speak till some one came
into the cabin, for in all probability Mr Rimmer was on deck and would
come down soon.
A hundred wild thoughts flocked through Oliver Lane's brain, as he lay
there half-suffocated, and felt how hard it was to have escaped from the
terrible dangers of the volcanic eruption to find his end in the embrace
of a loathsome serpent.
At last his mind was made up to what seemed to be the only way of
escape. He determined to try and collect his energies, and then, after
drawing a long deep breath, suddenly heave the monster off him on to the
cabin floor. This he knew--if he were successful--would enrage it, but
at the same time it might make for the companion-way and escape on to
the deck--to attack the watch!
He hesitated at this for a few moments, but self-preservation is the
first law of nature, and the watch would hear the alarm and be able to
ascend the rigging, out of the creature's reach.
"I must do it," thought Oliver, "before I become too weak, for he's
sixty feet long if an inch," and beginning softly to draw in a deep
breath, he felt, to his horror, a slight gliding motion on the part of
the reptile, as if the heaving up were making it uncomfortable.
Oliver Lane lay motionless again, gathering force for his great effort.
His mind was now wonderfully active, and the serpent had grown to fully
a hundred feet long. Feeling that it was sheer cowardice to be passive,
he was about to make a desperate effort to throw off his incubus, when
there was a shout on deck, answered by Mr Rimmer's voice, evidently in
a great state of excitement, but what was said could not be made out in
the cabin. In fact, Oliver had his own business to mind, for at the
first sound from the deck the serpent raised its head, and he could see
its tongue quivering and gleaming in the light, and the neck wavering,
while the whole of its great length began to glide over him in different
directions, as if every fold was in motion.
The noise on deck increased; there was the sound of yells and shouts;
then came a crack, as if someone had struck the bulwark a heavy blow,
which was followed by the quick trampling of feet and the mate's voice
giving directions.
By this time the serpent's head had been lowered, and as the movement of
its body increased, Oliver knew that the reptile was gliding down from
the berth on to the cabin floor and to endorse this came the feeling of
the weight passing off from his chest.
"What is it? What's the matter?" cried Panton, waking up, and, directly
after, Drew asked what was "up."
"Don't know," cried Panton. "Where's Lane? Hi! Lane, old chap, wake
up! There's something wrong on deck."
He made a movement to swing his legs out on to the floor and Oliver
tried hard to utter a word of warning, but he could not. His tongue was
tied--the power to speak utterly gone; and he could only lie there,
feeling the last folds of the serpent glide out of his berth as his
friend lowered his bare feet, and then uttered a yell of horror, and
dragged them back again, just as, consequent upon his action, a quick
rustling sound was heard.
"What is it?" cried Drew, excitedly.
"Snake--serpent!" groaned Panton. "I put my feet right upon its back."
"Ugh!" grunted Drew, drawing back his own feet as the quick rustling
sound went on. "Look! There it goes out of the door. A monster.
Where's Lane?"
"Here!" sighed the young man in a voice which he did not know for his
own.
"Look out! Big snake!"
"I know it," panted Oliver. "Woke up--on my chest."
"Here, get a gun, someone," cried Panton; "the brute must be in the
companion-way in ambush."
But no one stirred.
"I say, Lane, can't you reach a gun without getting out of bed?" said
Panton, in a piteous tone of voice. "They're over on your side."
"Yes; as soon as I can get my breath," replied Oliver. "I'm rather
giddy and stupid yet."
"I don't know about giddy," grumbled Drew.
"Then you think I am the other thing?" said Oliver, rather huskily.
"All right; but if you had had that great brute upon your chest this
last hour, you would be stupid."
"Oh, I beg your pardon, old fellow!" cried Drew hastily. "I really
didn't know. But, I say, what is going on upon deck?"
The answer came at once from Mr Rimmer, who hurried into the cabin.
"Here, gentlemen, for goodness' sake come on deck!" he cried, as he
snatched down a double gun. "We've got a visitor there."
"Yes, I know--a great serpent," said Oliver.
"Eh!--how did you know?" cried the mate, as he examined the piece to see
if it was loaded.
"Lane has had it in bed with him."
"What! That's nice! Look sharp, gentlemen; bring your guns and I can
promise you some nice shooting, though it's rather dark. The brute has
taken possession of the deck, and we've been hitting at it with
hand-spikes, but every crack only made him wag his tail and hiss at us.
There; hark at them; they must have got him into a corner."
For the shouts and the sound of blows came again, louder than ever.
"There, I'm off; but make haste; and mind how you shoot, for it's rather
dark--only starlight."
The young men hurriedly slipped on their trousers, and each took a
double gun and proceeded to load.
"Swan shot?" suggested Oliver. "It's a huge brute."
"Never fired at a snake in my life," said Panton; "but I owe this brute
something for scaring me. Ready?"
"Yes, ready," was the response; and they all stepped up on deck to go
cautiously forward with their pieces at full cock to where the noise and
confusion were still going on.
"Hi! Look out!" cried Oliver, as they advanced, and, raising his piece,
he fired at something shadowy which he made out by the light of the
stars gliding slowly along beneath the bulwarks.
The gun flashed, and the report was followed by a loud hissing, and a
violent blow, as if some enormous whip had been lashed at the three, who
were thrown to the deck, their legs being swept from under them.
"Hi!--this way," cried the mate from forward. "We've got him here."
They sprang up and hurried forward, Oliver recharging his piece with a
fresh cartridge as they went, but only in time to hear another report,
for the mate fired, and the men uttered a shout as a more violent
scuffling noise arose.
"That's settled him," cried the mate. "Here, get the lanterns down;
we'll soon have him out of that. Big one, isn't he?"
This to Oliver, who looked down at the deck to see, heaving and
throbbing as if there were plenty of life in it still, about seven or
eight feet of the tail part of a great serpent, the rest of the reptile
being down in the forecastle, into which it was making its way when the
mate gave it a shot.
"Yes, the brute!" cried Oliver excitedly. "It woke me by crawling into
my berth."
"Well, he won't do that again. Smith had a cut at him with an axe, and
I a shot. Now, then, lay hold, some of you, and let's haul the beggar
out."
The men hesitated, but the mate ejaculated and seized the tail, which
immediately twitched and threw him off, making everyone laugh.
"Oh, that's nothing," said the mate, taking a fresh grip. "I know I
gave it a death wound. Come along, lay hold, you're not afraid of a
snake?"
Two of the men came up rather unwillingly, and, seizing hold together,
they gave a sharp drag and drew it out, writhing and twining still, and
beating its bleeding head upon the white deck.
"Shall I give it another shot?" cried Oliver excitedly.
"Waste of a good cartridge, sir," said the mate. "It is nearly dead
now. Muscular contractions, that's all."
"Ahoy! Hi! Look out!"
"Oh, murder!" shouted someone.
"Why didn't you speak sooner, mate?" cried another from where he lay
close up under the bulwarks. For the wounded serpent had suddenly
lashed out with its tail, and flogged two of the men over with its
violent blows.
"I say, sir," said the first man, "hadn't I better cut his muscular
contractions off with a haxe afore he clears the deck?"
"No, no, Smith, don't do that," cried Oliver, "you would spoil its
skin."
"Well, sir, but if he don't, he'll spoil our'n," said the sitting man.
"That's a true word, Billy Wriggs," said Smith, in a grumbling tone, as
he began to rub himself. "If I'd my way, I'd chuck the beggar
overboard."
"What's the good o' that, matey, when there arn't no water? You can't
drown sarpents in dry earth."
"Hi! Look out!" shouted the men in a chorus, for the reptile began to
beat the deck again, as it twisted and twined and flogged about with its
muscular tail, which quivered and waved here and there, sending the men
flying. One minute the creature was tied up in a knot, the next gliding
here and there, as if seeking a way to escape.
Gun after gun was raised to give it a shot, but its movements were so
eccentric, that the best marksman would have found it a difficult task
by daylight; there in the shadowy darkness it would have been
impossible.
No one present had any hesitation about giving the brute a wide berth,
and at the end of a minute or two it uncoiled itself and lay in
undulations, showing its length pretty plainly.
"That was its flurry," said the mate, advancing now, and the men came
down from the shrouds, the top of the galley, and out of the boats where
they had taken refuge; "but perhaps we had better pitch it over the side
till morning."
A low murmur arose from the men.
"What's that?" cried the mate sharply. "Are you afraid of the thing?"
"Well, sir, not exactly afraid," said Smith respectfully, "only you see
it arn't like handling a rope."
"Yah!"
A tremendous shout or rather yell from away aft, and the sailor who had
taken refuge in that direction, now came running forward.
"What's the matter, Wriggs?" cried the mate.
"Seen his ghost, sir," groaned the man, who looked ghastly by the light
of the lanterns.
"What?" cried the mate, as the three naturalists headed the shout of
laughter which rose from the crew.
"Ah, you may laugh," grumbled the man, wiping the perspiration from his
face, "but there it is all twissen up by the wheel and it made a snap at
me as I got close up."
"You're a duffer," roared the mate. "Look here, my lads, he has seen
the big hawser."
"No, sir," cried Wriggs, striking one hand heavily into the other, as a
burst of laughter arose. "I see that there sarpent's sperrit twissen up
round the wheel and the binnacle, and if you don't believe me, go and
see. Ah! Look out: here it comes."
The man made a dash to get right forward out of the way, but, in his
excitement, tripped over the body of the serpent lying gently heaving
upon the deck, went headlong, yelling in his fear, and rolled over and
over to the side.
But little attention was paid to him, the men thinking of nothing else
but retreating, for from out of the gloom aft, and making a strange
rustling in its serpentine course, a reptile, largely magnified by dread
and the gloom, came gliding towards them with its crest raised about
eight inches from the planks.
For a moment or two, as the men hurried away, the little party from the
cabin stood staring in wonder.
"Run, gentlemen, run," shouted Smith. "He'll be orfle savage. T'ain't
a ghost, it's t'other half. I knowed I cut him in two when I let go
with the haxe."
"I know," cried Oliver, excitedly.
"Yes, sir. It's t'other half, sir," yelled Smith, who had swung himself
up on one of the stays, where he clung like a monkey. "Shoot, sir,
shoot, or it'll grow out a noo head and tail and be worse and more
savager than ever."
"Yes," said Oliver to himself, "I'll shoot," and he fired both barrels
of his piece as soon as he had a chance.
The effect was instantaneous. One moment the monster was writhing
itself into a knot, the next it had rapidly untwined, and was gliding
over the bulwarks, the later part rolling over rapidly, like a huge
piece of cable, dimly seen, as it was carried down by an anchor.
"That's him," cried Smith; "but you didn't kill him, sir, or he wouldn't
have got over the side like that. It was best half on him. My: what a
whopper!"
Oliver ran to the side, followed by his friends, but they could see
nothing below in the darkness, only hear the rustling noise of the beast
writhing farther and farther away, the sound ceasing at the end of a
minute, when they turned inboard.
"You didn't kill the other half," said Mr Rimmer, laughing.
"No, I wish I had," cried Oliver. "That was the beast that startled me.
These things go in pairs, and the one you killed there was the second
one come in search of its mate. Is it dead?" he continued, giving the
long lithe body of the reptile upon the deck a thrust with his foot.
The answer came from the serpent itself, for it began to glide along
under the bulwarks once more, making now, blindly enough, for the
gangway, and as no one seemed disposed to stop it, the creature
disappeared through the side and down the sloping planks to the earth.
"Look at that!" said Smith to one of his mates, as he lightly dropped on
deck, "young Mr Lane thinks that's another sarpent, but we knows
better, eh, lad? I chopped that there beggar clean in half, and one bit
went forrard and t'other went aft."
"Yes, that's it," said Billy Wriggs, "and it was the head half as went
aft."
"Nay, it was the tail," said Smith. "This here was the head bit."
"Now, what's the good o' bein' so orbstinit, mate," said Wriggs,
reproachfully. "Think I don't know? I tell yer it was the head bit as
went and twissened itsen round the binnacle and wheel, a-lying in wait
for us poor sailors to go there and take our trick, when he meant to
gobble us up. Don't matter how long a sarpent is, he can't bite you
with his tail end."
"No; but he could sting with it; couldn't he?" said another man.
"Well, yes," said Smith, thoughtfully, "he might do summat o' that sort.
If so be as we finds him lying dead. But I doubts it. Them sort o'
beasts, mates, is full o' bad habits, and I shouldn't a bit wonder if
this here critter crawls right away into the woods and lay hisself
neatly together to make a fit, and then waits till it all grows together
again, like graftin'."
"Think so, mate?" said Wriggs.
"Ay, that I do. Nat'ral hist'ry's the rummiest thing as I knows on, and
that there young Mr Lane, as is a nat'ralist by purfession, knows a
wonderful lot about it. Talk about conjuring; why, that's nowhere. I
see him one day take a drop out of a bucket o' water on a slip o' glass
and sets it on the cabin table."
"Why, you don't live in the cabin," growled one of the men.
"Yes, I do, mate, when he asts me to carry him in a bucket o' water, so
now then! Well, matey, he goes then to a little m'ogany box and he
takes out a tool like a young spy-glass, and sets the slip under it, and
shoves his eye to one end and screws it about a bit, and then he says,
says he, `Now then Smith, would you like a peep into another world?'
`Yes, sir,' I says, `I should.' `Then just clap yer hye here,' he says,
and I did, and there you could see right into a big sea, with a whacking
great brute lying in the bottom, like a sugar hogshead, with a lot o'
borcome structures got their heads in, and their long tails all waving
about outside. He said it was a fusorior or something o' that kind, and
all in that drop o' water, as looked as clear as cryschal when he took
it out o' the bucket. Ah, he can show you something, he can."
"I know," said Billy Wriggs, "it was a mykreescope."
"Dessay it was," said Smith. "It might ha' been anything. It's
wonderful what there is in nat're, my lads. Pity though as a man's
hands and legs and arms don't grow again, as some things does."
"Tchah! They don't," said Billy Wriggs.
"What? Why, they do, lots of 'em. Don't lobsters' claws grow again,
and lizards tails, and starfishes arms? What yer got to say to that?
Mr Lane tells me that there's some kinds o' worms as when you cuts
their heads off they grows again, and their tails too. There we are,
though--to-morrow morning."
The man was right, for day was breaking, and, after the manner of the
tropics, where there is scarcely any dawn, the sun soon rose to light up
the desolation around the ship, where the earthquake wave had swept
along, piling up sand and rock with heaps formed of torn-up trees, lying
near the pools of water which remained in the depressions of the sand.
"Swabs," cried Mr Rimmer, coming forward, and buckets of water being
fetched, the unpleasant stains left by the wounded serpents were soon
moved, though the shot marks remained.
While the men were cleansing the deck and removing the traces left by
the storm, a little party of three, all well armed, set off to try and
trace the serpents and to get a truthful knowledge of their size, the
darkness having given rather an exaggerated idea of their dimensions.
In addition, if found dead, it was proposed to skin them for specimens,
and to this end Smith accompanied them, declaring his willingness to
master his fear of the reptiles and help in any way.
Before leaving the ship they took a good look round, at what promised to
be a beautiful resting-place, as soon as the vegetation began to spring
again, as it was certain to do in that moist tropical heat. Then taking
it for granted that the serpents would make for cover, the steps of the
little party were directed towards the nearest trees, a clump upon a
broad elevated spot which had escaped the devastations caused by the
wave and not many hundred yards from the ship.
"Seems rum, gentlemen," said Smith as they shouldered their guns, and
strode off with a wonderful feeling of elasticity and freedom, after
their long cooping up on board ship.
"What does?" said Oliver.
"The brig, sir. Ups and downs in life we see. Here was she built
ashore, launched and then goes on her voyages, and then all at once she
is launched again t'other way on, as you may say, and run up on land to
stay till she dies."
"Unless we dig a canal back to the sea and float her, Smith," said
Oliver.
"Zackly so, sir, but you'd want ten hundred thousand niggers to do the
work."
"And the weekly wages bill would be rather big," said Drew.
"Look out," said Oliver, who was bending down and carefully examining
the ground.
"What for?" asked Panton, cocking his piece.
"The serpents. Here is some dried blood."
"And here's a mark, sir," added Smith excitedly. "One of the bits come
along here."
"Yes. I can see another mark," cried Panton. "Look." He pointed to
what resembled the impression that would have been made by a large yard
laid in a patch of half-dried mud in a depression, for either going or
coming, a serpent had evidently passed along there.
The trees were close at hand now, and covered a far greater space than
they had imagined. The spot was rugged too, with great masses of stone,
which showed amongst the trunks and undergrowths, while opposite to them
there was a black cavernous rift, as if the rock had been suddenly split
open, all of which had been previously hidden by the dense growth.
"This is going to prove a lovely place," said Oliver eagerly.
"Ah! Too late. Did you see it?"
For a bird had suddenly hopped into view over the top of a bush, and,
before the young naturalist could bring his gun to bear, darted out of
sight among the foliage, giving those who saw it the impression of a
vivid flash of fiery scarlet passing rapidly before their eyes.
"You're all right now," said Panton. "There are plenty of birds."
"Yes, and so are you two," replied Oliver. "Look at the rocks and
trees."
"Hi! Gents, look out," cried the sailor. "Here we are."
The gun-locks clicked as the man started back after pointing before him
at the narrow opening in the rocks, and upon Oliver carefully advancing,
there lay just visible some dozen feet within the gloomy rift, about ten
or a dozen inches of a serpent's tail, the reptile having taken refuge
in the cavernous place.
"Here's one of them evidently," said Oliver, holding his gun ready.
"Yes, sir, tail end of him."
Oliver laughed.
"Have it your own way. But come along, Smith. Here's a chance to
distinguish yourself. Step forward and lay hold of the end, and pull
the thing out. We'll cover you with our guns."
"You don't mean it, sir, do you?"
"Indeed, but I do."
"Well, sir, begging your pardon, as a man as wants to do his duty, it
ar'nt to be done."
"All right, I'm not your captain, but if you will not, I must!"
"No, no, you'd better not," cried Panton.
"Pooh, the brute's dead, or nearly so. Will you go, Drew?"
"What, and pull that thing out of its hole? No. If it was a strange
plant."
"Yes, or some wonderful mineral, but a huge snake. Ugh!"
"Hold my gun, Smith," said Oliver. "I mean to have that fellow's skin,
but I expect he will be pretty heavy."
He handed his gun to the sailor, and stepped cautiously forward,
separating the tangle of creepers, which hung down from above, and
clambering over loose fragments of lava-like rock, found that he was at
the entrance of what was evidently a rift penetrating far into the
bowels of the earth, while a strange feeling of awe came over him, as he
now became aware of low hissing and muttering sounds, evidently from
somewhere far below.
"Quick's the word!" said the young man to himself, and stepping boldly
in he seized hold of the serpent's tail with both hands, and at his
touch galvanised it into life, for it gave a violent jerk, which dragged
him off his feet. At the same moment, the loose blocks of stone beneath
him gave way, and to the horror of his companions, there was a rustling
sound as of an avalanche being set in motion, Oliver uttered a loud cry
as he disappeared; then came a hollow booming roar, a whispering echo,
and all was still.