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Chapter 7

           "He’sspoiltmynight’srest,durnhim!’Twouldsarvehim’boutrighttodraghimout,angivhimaduckin’inthecrik.Dog-gonedefIdon’tfeel’clinedtorstdoin’it;onlyIdon’tliketodispleezetheotherIrish,whoairasomebody.PossibleIdon’tgitawinko’sleeptillmornin’."

           Havingdeliveredhimselfofthispeevishsoliloquy,thehunteroncemoredrewtheblanketaroundhisbody,andreturnedtothehorizontalposition.

           Nottosleep,however;aswastestifiedbythetossingandfidgetingthatfollowedterminatedbyhisagainraisinghimselfintoasittingposture.

           Asoliloquy,verysimilartohisformerone,oncemoreproceededfromhislips;thistimethethreatofduckingPheliminthecreekbeingexpressedwithamoreemphaticaccentofdetermination.

           Heappearedtobewavering,astowhetherheshouldcarrythedesignintoexecution,whenanobjectcomingunderhiseyegaveanewturntohisthoughts.

           Ontheground,nottwentyfeetfromwherehesate,alongthinbodywasseenglidingoverthegrass.Itsserpentshape,andsmoothlubricatedskinreflectingthesilverylightofthemoonrenderedthereptileeasyofidentification.

           "Snake!"mutteringlyexclaimedhe,ashiseyeresteduponthereptilianform."Wonderwhatsortitair,slickerin’aboouthyuratthistimeo’thenight?Itairtoolargeforarattle;thoughthurairsomeinthesepartsmostasbigasit.Butitairtoocluri’thecolour,anthinaboutthebelly,forolerattle-tail!No;’tain’toneo’them.

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