that it is dead first. Don't run any risks."
"No, Sahib," said the man, drawing his keen knife from his waist and trying its edge and point.
"Ah, I need not try to teach you, Sree."
"Here's father," cried Harry, as Mr. Kenyon came out of the open window of the bungalow and walked down to where they stood.
"Ah, Cameron, how are you? Glad to see you, man. How is the wife?"
"Complaining about the heat. But look yonder."
He pointed at the floating reptile, and the merchant uttered an exclamation of wonder.
"So that explains the firing, boys. It is a monster. What a good riddance! What are you going to do, Sree?"
"Put a rope round his neck and bring him ashore, Sahib."
"Yes, we ought to take some measurements. But be careful, or it will capsize you; I don't think it's dead."
"It will be soon, Sahib," said the man meaningly.
"Yes, but those creatures have such strength in their tails. Where is your spear, man?"
"In my boat, Sahib, far away."
"Here, Harry, run to the hall and take down one of those Malay spears."
Harry ran, and after a moment's hesitation the young prince followed him, walking in a slow, dignified way. But long contact and education with an English boy had left its traces, and before he had gone many yards the observances of his father's jungle palace were forgotten, and he dashed off as hard as he could go, leaping in at the doorway and nearly overturning his companion.
"Here, mind where you're coming to," cried Harry.
"Bring two spears," cried Phra excitedly.
"Well, I am bringing two, aren't I? Thought you'd like to have a go, too."
Phra's arm went over his friend's shoulder in an instant.
"That's what I do like in you," he cried. "You always want to share everything with me."
"You're just as stupid," said Harry drily. "Here, catch hold. Which will you have? Make haste. Come along."
"Oh, I don't mind," said Phra.
"Better choose," said Harry, holding out the long, keen heads. "This one's as sharp as that one, and that one's got as good a point as this. Which is it to be?"
"I don't quite understand," said Phra, gazing in Harry's laughing eyes. "Yes, I do. Either of them will do. How fond you are of trying to puzzle one!"
"Make haste, boys," cried Mr. Kenyon.
Dignity before the common people was once more forgotten, prince and English boy racing down to the landing-stage with the light spears over their shoulders.
"Hullo!" said Harry's father. "I did not mean you to go."
"Oh, we must go, father," cried the lad.
"Well, be careful, Sree. Mind that the boat is kept a little way back."
"Yes, Sahib; I will take care."
"You might have asked me if I'd like to come in my own boat," said the doctor, smiling.
"Oh, Dr. Cameron," said Phra with an apologetic look, "pray go;" and he offered him the spear he held.
"No, no, my dear lad," said the doctor; "I was only joking. It is your task."
"But come too," cried Harry.
"There will be plenty in the boat without me. Off with you."
Harry looked unwilling to stir, but the doctor seized him by the shoulders and hurried him along, and the next minute they were being paddled towards the floating reptile, the men managing so that the boys could have a thrust in turn, the Prince as they passed along one side, Harry on their return on the other.
But the thrusts did not follow one another quickly, for the deep plunging in of the spear by Phra seemed to act like a reviver, although it was delivered about where the lad believed the heart to be.
In an instant the great reptile had flung itself over and began lashing the water with its tail.
"Take care!" shouted Mr. Kenyon from the landing-stage. But the warning was needless, for a sharp stroke from the oars sent the boat well out of reach, the rowers changing their positions and sending it backward in pursuit, as the crocodile began once more to swim up stream, at a pretty good rate at first, then slower and slower, leaving the water stained with its blood as it went on.
It managed to make its way, though, quite a hundred yards above the bungalow before its tail ceased its wavy, fish-like motion. Then there was a struggle and a little splashing, and once more it turned over upon its back.
"Your turn now," cried Phra excitedly. "I must have missed its heart.
You stab it there this time."
"Want the doctor here to tell me where it is," said Harry, as he stood up with his spear poised ready to strike when within reach.
"Thrust just between its front paws, Sahib," said Sree from where he squatted just behind the front rower.
"I will if I can; if I can't, how can I?" hummed Harry.
"Now," whispered Sree.
"Yes, yes, now," cried Phra excitedly.
"There you are, then," muttered the lad, and he delivered a thrust right in the spot pointed out, snatching back the weapon just in time, for the wound seemed to madden the reptile, which turned over and began to struggle with astonishing vigour; but only to roll over again and swim round the boat in that position, giving Phra the opportunity of delivering a deadly thrust, which was followed by another by Harry.
"That has done it," said the latter, for there was no response to these save a slight quivering of the tail, and now Sree rose from where he had crouched.
"Dead now, Sahibs," he said; "he will fight no more."
The two lads worked their spears about in the water a few times to cleanse them, and then sat down under the thatched awning, panting and hot with exertion, while they watched the action of the hunter. Sree, aided by the boatmen, who held the crocodile within reach, leaned over the side and slipped a running noose over the monster's head right up to the neck, drew it tight, and then let the rope run through his hands as the two Siamese rowers made their oars bend in sending the light sampan along, for the huge bulk was heavy. But the stream was with them, and a few minutes after, in obedience to the doctor's instructions, the crocodile was drawn up close to the muddy bank, some fifty yards below the merchant's garden.
Here another rope was fetched out and made fast round one of the hind legs, both ropes being held by Sree's men, while their leader remained in the boat, the boys having sprung ashore.
And now measurements were taken, the monster proving to be just twenty-one feet in length, and of enormous bulk.
"I was not far wrong, Doctor Cameron," said Harry.
"No, my boy; you were not, indeed."
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