It looked as if this part of the country was specially pestered by the dreadful reptiles.
Almos knew he was doomed.

All hope had vanished, and, dropping to the ground, he bared his bronzed ankle, looked at the tiny points where the horrible poison had been injected into his system, and then, like the fatalist be was, he calmly folded his arms and waited for the last moment that was rushing upon him.

He was a faithful follower of the Prophet and knew how to meet the inevitable that awaits us all.

His companions, awed and silent, stood around, unable to say or do anything that could give him comfort.

Miss Marlowe, after walking part way to the group, paused and looked at them and at her father, who was hurrying to the spot.