Out it came, foot after foot, till its snapping tip was waving within a few inches of us, just short of my foot and Han's head, or rather felt hat.

One final stretch and he reached the hat, which he removed with a flourish and thrust into the red cavern of his mouth.

As it appeared no more I suppose he ate it.
This loss of his hat moved Hans to fury.

Hurling horrible curses at Jana he drew his butcher's knife and made ready.
Once more the sinuous brown trunk elongated itself.

Evidently Jana had got a better hold with his hind legs this time, or perhaps had actually wriggled himself a few inches up the tree.