“Get your matches all ready, and when we wish a light we will have one without delay.  Hark!  What was that?”

We both listened attentively.  Not ten feet from us, we could hear a movement that now sounded as though a man was crawling upon his stomach.  Carefully he appeared to work his way along, stopping every few seconds, as though uncertain whether to advance or recede; and it seemed as though we could hear our night visitor breathe during his pauses.

We did not wish to use our pistols, for we did not know but that the former proprietor of the store was in the habit of giving lodgings to miners, who were not acquainted with the change of ownership; but we made up our minds that we would guard against such interruption of our slumbers in future.

“We had better ask what he wants,” whispered Fred, “and then we will light a candle and examine him.”

“Go ahead; your lungs are the strongest,” I answered, in an audible tone.

At the sound of my voice, the slow, slimy movement upon the floor ceased, and the visitor appeared to be listening.

“Who goes there?” demanded Fred, with a voice slightly tremulous.  It appeared to me that I could hear a slight breathing near, but I was not sure.  The slow moving or creeping across the floor had ceased; we listened for a repetition of it.

“Are you a friend or foe?” Fred asked.

There was no response for a moment, and then the slow, cautious movement began again.

“Strike a light,” whispered Fred, “and let us see what this means.”

Among the effects which we had found in the store was a large lamp for burning alcohol; this Fred had cleansed and trimmed the day before, and filled with spirits of turpentine, for the purpose of using it in cooking.  I knew where it was placed; so I crept carefully along on my hands and knees, and suddenly lighted it with a lucifer.  As the huge wick took fire, I hastily glanced over my shoulder, for fear that an assassin should strike a blow before I could be on my guard.

A startling yell from Fred caused me to spring to my feet, and as I did so, a long, dark object flashed before my eyes, and narrowly missed my head.  The next instant my yell of terror was added to Fred’s, for in the middle of the floor, with waving tail, and eyes that blazed like coals of fire, was a monstrous snake of a jet black hue; the huge mouth of the reptile was thrown open to its widest extent, and was armed with fangs an inch in length!

For a short time after my cry of terror, I remained silent, not daring to move, for fear that the reptile, who appeared to be debating which of us to attack first, should make a spring, and encircle me in his dreadful folds, and crush out my life before I could utter a prayer.

Even to this day I can remember how I trembled, and how weak my knee joints appeared to grow; and even now, I fancy I can see the slimy, gleaming monster examine first me, and then the flickering flame of the lamp, as though only astonishment at the illumination kept him at a distance.