Then Rames gave it a push and sprang in after her, so that they found themselves floating on the water.

Now, standing in the bow, the boy took an oar and paddled round the island, but still there were no signs of the crocodile.
"I don't believe it is here at all," he said, recovering his courage.
"You might try the pigeon," suggested Tua, who, now that there was less smell, felt her curiosity returning.
This was a good thought upon which Rames acted at once.

Taking the dead bird from the bag he spread out its wings to make it look as though it were alive, and threw it into the water, exclaiming, "Arise, O Holy Crocodile!" Then with fearful suddenness, whence they knew not, that crocodile arose.

An awful scaly head appeared with dull eyes and countless flashing fangs, and behind the head cubit upon cubit of monstrous form.
The fangs closed upon the pigeon and everything vanished.
"That was the Holy Crocodile," said Rames abstractedly as he stared at the boiling waters, "which has lived here during the reigns of eight Pharaohs, and perhaps longer.

Now we have seen it." "Yes," answered Tua, "and I never want to see it again.