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impossible to answer.

      "One thing is certain, I can't walk just yet," said Tom. "When I put my foot down it's like a thousand needles darting through my leg."

      "Let us go below and hunt up some water," said Sam; and after waiting a while longer they descended into the small brush. Aleck soon found a pool not far distant, and to this they carried Tom, and after all had had a drink, the swollen ankle was bathed, much to the sufferer's relief.

      Slowly the time dragged by until morning. As soon as the sun was up Aleck announced that he was going back to the hostelry to see how the land lay.

      "But don't expose yourself," said Tom. "I am certain now that is a regular robbers' resort, or worse."

      Aleck was gone the best part of three hours. When he returned he was accompanied by Cujo. The latter announced that all of the other natives had fled for parts unknown.

      "The inn is deserted," announced Aleck. Even that colored wife of the proprietor is gone.

      "And did you find any trace of Dick and my uncle?" asked Sam.

      "We found out where dat struggle took place," answered, Aleck. "And Cujo reckons as how he can follow de trail if we don't wait too long to do it."

      "Must go soon," put in Cujo for himself.

      "Maybe tomorrow come big storm — den track all washed away."

      Tom sighed and shook his head. "You can go on, but you'll have to leave me behind. I couldn't walk a hundred yards for a barrel of gold."

      "Oh, we can't think of leaving you behind!" cried Sam.

      "I'll tell you wot — Ise dun carry him, at least fe a spell," said Aleck, and so it was arranged.

      Under the new order of things Cujo insisted on making a scouting tour first, that he might strike the trail before carrying them off on a circuitous route, thus tiring Aleck out before the real tracking began.

      The African departed, to be gone the best Part of an hour. When he came back there was a broad grin of satisfaction on his homely features.

      "Cujo got a chicken," he announced, producing the fowl. "And here am some werry good roots, too. Now va dinner befo' we start out."

      "Right yo' am, Cujo!" cried Pop, and began to start up a fire without delay, while Cujo cleaned the fowl and mashed up the roots, which, when baked on a hot stone, tasted very much like sweet potatoes. The meal was enjoyed by all, even Tom eating his full share in spite of his swollen ankle, which was now gradually resuming its normal condition.

      Cujo had found the trail at a distance of an eighth of a mile above the wayside hostelry. "Him don't lead to de ribber dare," he said. "But I dun think somet'ing of him."

      "And what do you think?" asked Tom, from his seat on Aleck's back.

      "I t'ink he go to de kolobo."

      "And what is the kolobo?" asked Sam with interest.

      "De kolobo old place on ribber-place where de white soldiers shoot from big fort-house."

      "A fort!" cried Tom. "But would the authorities allow, them to go there?"

      "No soldiers dare now — leave kolobo years ago. Place most tumble down now. But good place fo' robbers."

      "I see. Well, follow the trail as best you can — and we'll see what we will see."

      "And let us get along just as fast as we can," added Sam.

      On they went through a forest that in spots was so thick they could scarcely pass. The jungle contained every kind of tropical growth, including ferns, which were beautiful beyond description, and tiny vines so wiry that they cut like a knife.

      "This is tough," remarked Sam. "But I suppose it doesn't hold a candle to what is beyond."

      "Werry bad further on," answered Cujo. "See, here am de trail," and he pointed it out.

      Several miles were covered, when they came to a halt in order to rest and to give Aleck a let up in carrying Tom. The youth now declared his foot felt much better and hobbled along for some distance by leaning on Sam's shoulder.

      Presently they were startled by hearing a cry from a distance. They listened intently, then Cujo held up his hand.

      "Me go an' see about dat," he said. "Keep out ob sight, all ob you!" And he glided into the bushes with the skill and silence of a snake.

      Another wait ensued, and Tom improved the time by again bathing his foot in a pool which was discovered not far from where Cujo had left them. The water seemed to do much good, and the youth declared that by the morrow he reckoned he would be able to do a fair amount of walking if they did not progress too rapidly.

      "But what a country this is!" he murmured. "I declare they could burn wood night and day for a century and never miss a stick."

      "I thought I heard some monkeys chattering a while ago," answered

       Sam. "I suppose the interior is alive with them."

      "I dun see a monkey lookin' at us now, from dat tree," observed Aleck. "See dem shinin' eyes back ob de leaves?" He pointed with his long forefinger, and both, boys gazed in the direction. Then Tom gave a yell.

      "A monkey? That's a snake! Look out for yourselves!"

      He started back and the others did the same. And they were none too soon, for an instant later the leaves were thrust apart and a serpent's form appeared, swaying slowly to and fro, as if contemplating a drop upon their very heads!

      CHAPTER XX

       THE FIGHT AT THE OLD FORT

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      For the instant after the serpent appeared nobody spoke or moved. The waving motion of the reptile was fascinating to the last degree, as was also that beady stare from its glittering eyes. 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. Watching his chance, he pulled the trigger twice, sending both bullets straight through the reptile's body. Then Sam fired again, and the mangled head fell to the ground.

      But dead or alive the body still encircled Aleck, and the contraction threatened to cave in the colored man's ribs.

      "Pull him off somehow!" he gasped. "Pull him off!"

      Crack! went Tom's pistol once more, and now the snake had evidently had enough of it, for it uncoiled slowly and fell to the ground in a heap, where it slowly shifted from one spot to another until life was extinct. But neither the boys nor the colored man waited to see if it was really dead. Instead, they

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