Not the slightest motion followed.  He had missed.  He now gently turned the tire edgewise and fired again.  A furious writhing followed, proving that the snake had been hit hard.  The tire was instantly turned over flat to prevent its coming out.  It struck fiercely at the iron, which in a minute was shifted on its edge again, and the missionary emptied the remaining chambers of his revolver down the hole.  Then he turned up the tire once more, and allowed the hideous head to dart forth.

The minister had brought with him a pair of large hedge shears, with which he seized the protruding neck, drew out the snake and gave it a flirt toward the compound.  He was so absorbed with his task that he had not noticed the crowd of men, women and children that had gathered to watch the results of his hunt.  When they saw a huge cobra flying through the air toward them, there was a scampering and screaming, which might have been less had they known that the grip of the shears had dislocated the serpent’s neck.

The good man did not forget that whenever you find one deadly serpent, another is quite certain to be close at hand.  He had passed the wagon tire to the teacher, when he began pulling out the wounded cobra, and asked him to insert it again without an instant’s delay.  This was done, and returning with the hand-glass, the missionary once more conveyed the rays into the underground chamber.

Sure enough a second cobra was there, wriggling and squirming in a way to show that he had received some of the bullets intended for his companion.  The revolver was reloaded and a fusillade opened, standing off a few paces, the marksman waited for the head to come forth that he might seize and draw it out as he had done with the other.

The wounded reptile continued its furious squirming and striking, but its head did not appear, until shot after shot had been fired.  At last it showed itself, and was immediately gripped with the shears.  Dropping the pistol, the missionary employed both hands in the effort, and running backward a few steps, the whole frightful length of the serpent was drawn out upon the ground.

Remembering their former experience, the crowd moved away, but the missionary spared them a second fright.

Both cobras being helpless, an examination was made of them.  The second one showed the marks of fourteen pistol balls through his body, any three of which would have proved fatal, but he was still full of fight, and died while trying to strike the persons near him.

The serpents were now stretched out on the veranda and measured one of them five feet eleven inches long, and the other six feet two inches.  The last is an extraordinary size, rarely seen even in the favorite haunts of the reptile.  An investigation of their home left no doubt that they had been living for months right among the flower pots that were attended to daily, and within six feet of the veranda and twelve feet of the door of the missionary’s study.