"Lizard!" A little green reptile, looking like a miniature crocodile, disturbed by the lad's investigating hands, darted out from beneath the heath into the sunshine; and Mike snatched off his cap, and dabbed it over the little fugitive with so true an aim that as he held the cap down about three inches of the wiry tail remained outside.
"Got him!" cried Mike triumphantly.
"Well, don't hurt it." "Who's going to hurt it!" "You are.

Suppose a Brobdig-what-you-may-call-him banged a great cap down over you--it would hurt, wouldn't it ?" "Not if I lay still; and there wouldn't be a bit of tail sticking out if he did," said Mike laughing.--"I'm not going to hurt you, old chap, but to take you home and put you in the conservatory to catch and eat the flies and blight.

Come along." "Where are you going to put him ?" "In my pocket till I go home.

Look here: I'll put my finger on his tail and hold him while you lift my cap; then I can catch him with my other hand." "Mind he don't bite." "Go along! He can't bite to hurt.

Ready ?" "Yes," said Vince, stretching out his hand.