“This was what I saw:  About ten paces from me was Savage with his arms outstretched and dancing—­yes, dancing—­first to the right and then to the left, with a kind of horrible grace and to the tune of a hideous hissing music.  I held the lantern higher and perceived that beyond him, lifted eight or nine feet into the air, nearly to the roof of the tunnel in fact, was the head of the hugest snake of which I have ever heard.  It was as broad as the bottom of a wheelbarrow—­were it cut off I think it would fill a large wheelbarrow—­while the neck upon which it was supported was quite as thick as my middle, and the undulating body behind it, which stretched far away into the darkness, was the size of an eighteen-gallon cask and glittered green and grey, lined and splashed with silver and with gold.

“It hissed and swayed its great head to the right, holding Savage with cold eyes that yet seemed to be on fire, whereon he danced to the right.  It hissed again and swayed its head to the left, whereon he danced to the left.  Then suddenly it reared its head right to the top of the cave and so remained for a few seconds, whereon Savage stood still, bending a little forward, as though he were bowing to the reptile.  Next instant, like a flash it struck, for I saw its white fangs bury themselves in the back of Savage, who with a kind of sigh fell forward on to his face.  Then there was a convulsion of those shining folds, followed by a sound as of bones being ground up in a steam-driven mortar.

“I staggered against the wall of the cave and shut my eyes for a moment, for I felt faint.  When I opened them again it was to see something flat, misshapen, elongated like a reflection in a spoon, something that had been Savage lying on the floor, and stretched out over it the huge serpent studying me with its steely eyes.  Then I ran; I am not ashamed to say I ran out of that horrible hole and far into the night.”

“Small blame to you,” I said, adding:  “Hans, give me some square-face neat.”  For I felt as queer as though I also had been in that cave with its guardian.

“There is very little more to tell,” went on Ragnall after I had drunk the hollands.  “I lost my way on the mountain-side and wandered for many hours, till at last I blundered up against one of the outermost houses of the town, after which things were easy.  Perhaps I should add that wherever I went on my way down the mountain it seemed to me that I heard people laughing at me in an unnatural kind of voice.  That’s all.”

After this we sat silent for a long while, till at length Hans said in his unmoved tone: 

“The light has come, Baas.  Shall I blow out the candle, which it is a pity to waste?  Also, does the Baas wish me to cook the breakfast, now that the snake devil is making his off Bena, as I hope to make mine off him before all is done.  Snakes are very good to eat, Baas, if you know how to dress them in the Hottentot way.”