hours earlier; but the same thought was in my mind, too, as we both started forward at a run. The hag had vanished into the jungle as silently as a shadow. Juggins had missed her, of course. He was always a rotten bad shot. However, we had no thought for her. We just flung ourselves upon the grave, and dug at the earth with our hands, until the baby lay in my arms. It was cold and stiff, and putrefaction had already begun its work. I forced open its month, and saw something that I had expected. The tip of its tongue was missing. It looked as though it had been bitten off by a set of shocking bad teeth, for the edge left behind was like a saw.
"'The thing's quite dead,' I said to Juggins.
"'But it cried—it cried!" whimpered Juggins. 'I can hear it now. To think that we let that horrible creature murder it.'
"He sat down with his head in his hands. He was utterly unmanned.
"Now that the fright was over. I was beginning to be quite brave again. It is a way I have.
"'Rot.' I said. 'The thing's been dead for hours, and anyway, here's your precious specimen if you want it.'
"I had put it down, and now pointed at it from a distance. Its proximity was not pleasant. Juggins, however, only shuddered.
"'Bury it, in Heaven's name,' he said, his voice broken by sobs. 'I would not have it for the world. Besides, it was alive. I saw and heard it.'
"Well. I put it back in its grave, and next day we
