Curled easily about the main stem of the bush, close to which, upon a forked limb, rested the sparrow’s nest, its dark coils reaching downward and its free neck and head waving regularly to and fro, was a monstrous black-snake, and in its jaws fluttered feebly one of the youthful sparrows.  Evidently the seizure had just been made when the boy burst in upon the scene.  The snake’s eyes glittered wickedly, and it showed no disposition to drop its prey because of the intruder.  It only reared its head and swung slowly from side to side.  Lying almost at full length upon a branching limb of the same bush, and on a level with the nest, was a second serpent, its head raised slightly, but motionless, awaiting, it seemed, its opportunity to seize another of the tender brood.  The parent birds flew about in converging circles in their strait, clamoring piteously and approaching dangerously near to the jaws of their repulsive enemies.  The boy but stood and screamed.  They were the greatest black-snakes he had ever seen.  Then, all at once, he became another creature.  His childish voice changed in its key, and, club in hand, screaming still louder, he ran right at the bush.  At the same moment his frightened mother came running down the pathway, screaming also.

As the boy leaped downward, both snakes, with wonderful swiftness, dropped to the ground and darted across the open space of a few yards, toward the creek.  Side by side, with crests erect, they glided, and one of them still held between his jaws the unfortunate young sparrow.  The boy did not hesitate a moment.  Still making a great noise, but hoarsely for a creature of his age, he ran to head them off and barely passed them as they touched the water.  He leaped in ahead of them and they were beside him in an instant.  The water was up to his waist.  He plunged deeper recklessly.  With a cry of rage he struck at the serpent with the bird, and struck and struck again, blindly, still giving utterance to that odd sound, and with the fury of a young demon.  The woman had reached the bank and stood, unknowing what to do, shrieking in maternal terror, while across the clearing a man was running.  And then a fierce chance blow, delivered with all the strength of the maddened boy, alighted fairly, just below the head of the snake carrying away the bird, and in a second it was done for, floating, writhing down the stream with a broken neck, and its tiny prey loosened and drifting away beside it.

The mother gasped in relief, but only for a moment.  The boy cast one glance at the floating reptile and the bird, and only one, then turned to the other serpent.  It had almost reached the shore, and between that and the covert it might attain was a stretch of shrubless ground.  Already its black length was defined on the short grass when the boy rushed from the water with uplifted club, just as his father came in full view of the scene from the other side.  With cries