Not to sleep, however; as was testified by the tossing and fidgeting that followed--terminated by his again raising himself into a sitting posture.

A soliloquy, very similar to his former one, once more proceeded from his lips; this time the threat of ducking Phelim in the creek being expressed with a more emphatic accent of determination.

He appeared to be wavering, as to whether he should carry the design into execution, when an object coming under his eye gave a new turn to his thoughts.

On the ground, not twenty feet from where he sate, a long thin body was seen gliding over the gra.s.s. Its serpent shape, and smooth lubricated skin--reflecting the silvery light of the moon--rendered the reptile easy of identification.

"Snake!" mutteringly exclaimed he, as his eye rested upon the reptilian form. "Wonder what sort it air, slickerin' aboout hyur at this time o'

the night? It air too large for a _rattle_; though thur air some in these parts most as big as it. But it air too clur i' the colour, an thin about the belly, for ole rattle-tail! No; 'tain't one o' them.

Hah--now I ree-cog-nise the varmint! It air a _chicken_, out on the sarch arter eggs, I reck'n! Durn the thing! it air comin' torst me, straight as it kin crawl!"

The tone in which the speaker delivered himself told that he was in no fear of the reptile--even after discovering that it was making approach.

He knew that the snake would not cross the _cabriesto_; but on touching it would turn away: as if the horsehair rope was a line of living fire.

Secure within his magic circle, he could have looked tranquilly at the intruder, though it had been the most poisonous of prairie serpents.

But it was not. On the contrary, it was one of the most innocuous-- harmless as the "chicken," from which the species takes its trivial t.i.tle--at the same time that it is one of the largest in the list of North-American _reptilia_.

The expression on Zeb's face, as he sat regarding it, was simply one of curiosity, and not very keen. To a hunter in the constant habit of couching himself upon the gra.s.s, there was nothing in the sight either strange or terrifying; not even when the creature came close up to the _cabriesto_, and, with head slightly elevated, rubbed its snout against the rope!

After that there was less reason to be afraid; for the snake, on doing so, instantly turned round and commenced retreating over the sward.

For a second or two the hunter watched it moving away, without making any movement himself. He seemed undecided as to whether he should follow and destroy it, or leave it to go as it had come--unscathed. Had it been a rattlesnake, "copperhead," or "moca.s.sin," he would have acted up to the curse delivered in the garden of Eden, and planted the heel of his heavy alligator-skin boot upon its head. But a harmless chicken-snake did not come within the limits of Zeb Stump's antipathy: as was evidenced by some words muttered by him as it slowly receded from the spot.

"Poor crawlin' critter; let it go! It ain't no enemy o' mine; though it do suck a turkey's egg now an then, an in coorse scarcities the breed o'

the birds. Thet air only its nater, an no reezun why I shed be angry wi' it. But thur's a durned good reezun why I shed be wi' thet Irish-- the dog-goned, stinkin' fool, to ha' woke me es he dud! I feel dod-rotted like sarvin' him out, ef I ked only think o' some way as wudn't diskermode the young fellur. Stay! By Geehosofat, I've got the idee--the very thing--sure es my name air Zeb Stump!"

On giving utterance to the last words, the hunter--whose countenance had suddenly a.s.sumed an expression of quizzical cheerfulness--sprang to his feet; and, with bent body, hastened in pursuit of the retreating reptile.

A few strides brought him alongside of it; when he pounced upon it with all his ten digits extended.

In another moment its long glittering body was uplifted from the ground, and writhing in his grasp.

"Now, Mister Pheelum," exclaimed he, as if apostrophising the serpent, "ef I don't gi'e yur Irish soul a scare thet 'll keep ye awake till mornin', I don't know buzzart from turkey. Hyur goes to purvide ye wi'

a bedfellur!"

On saying this, he advanced towards the hut; and, silently skulking under its shadow, released the serpent from his gripe--letting it fall within the circle of the _cabriesto_, with which Phelim had so craftily surrounded his sleeping-place.

Then returning to his gra.s.sy couch, and once more pulling the old blanket over his shoulders, he muttered--

"The varmint won't come out acrost the rope--thet air sartin; an it ain't agoin' to leave a yurd o' the groun' 'ithout explorin' for a place to git clur--thet's eequally sartin. Ef it don't crawl over thet Irish greenhorn 'ithin the hef o' an hour, then ole Zeb Stump air a greenhorn hisself. Hi! what's thet? Dog-goned of 'taint on him arready!"

If the hunter had any further reflections to give tongue to, they could not have been heard: for at that moment there arose a confusion of noises that must have startled every living creature on the Alamo, and for miles up and down the stream.

It was a human voice that had given the cue--or rather, a human howl, such as could proceed only from the throat of a Galwegian. Phelim O'Neal was the originator of the infernal _fracas_.

His voice, however, was soon drowned by a chorus of barkings, snortings, and neighings, that continued without interruption for a period of several minutes.

"What is it?" demanded his master, as he leaped from the _catre_, and groped his way towards his terrified servitor. "What the devil has got into you, Phelim? Have you seen a ghost?"

"Oh, masther!--by Jaysus! worse than that: I've been murdhered by a snake. It's bit me all over the body. Blessed Saint Pathrick! I'm a poor lost sinner! I'll be shure to die!"

"Bitten you, you say--where?" asked Maurice, hastily striking a light, and proceeding to examine the skin of his henchman, a.s.sisted by the old hunter--who had by this time arrived within the cabin.

"I see no sign of bite," continued the mustanger, after having turned Phelim round and round, and closely scrutinised his epidermis.

"Ne'er a scratch," laconically interpolated Stump.

"Sowl! then, if I'm not bit, so much the better; but it crawled all over me. I can feel it now, as cowld as charity, on me skin."

"Was there a snake at all?" demanded Maurice, inclined to doubt the statement of his follower. "You've been dreaming of one, Phelim-- nothing more."

"Not a bit of a dhrame, masther: it was a raal sarpint. Be me sowl, I'm shure of it!"

"I reck'n thur's been snake," drily remarked the hunter. "Let's see if we kin track it up. Kewrious it air, too. Thur's a hair rope all roun'

the house. Wonder how the varmint could ha' crossed thet? Thur--thur it is!"

The hunter, as he spoke, pointed to a corner of the cabin, where the serpent was seen spirally coiled.

"Only a chicken!" he continued: "no more harm in it than in a suckin'

dove. It kedn't ha' bit ye, Mister Pheelum; but we'll put it past bitin', anyhow."

Saying this, the hunter seized the snake in his hands; and, raising it aloft, brought it down upon the floor of the cabin with a "thw.a.n.k" that almost deprived it of the power of motion.

"Thru now, Mister Pheelum!" he exclaimed, giving it the finishing touch with the heel of his heavy boot, "ye may go back to yur bed agin, an sleep 'ithout fear o' bein' disturbed till the mornin'--leastwise, by snakes."

Kicking the defunct reptile before him, Zeb Stump strode out of the hut, gleefully chuckling to himself, as, for the third time, he extended his colossal carcase along the sward.

CHAPTER EIGHT.

THE CRAWL OF THE ALACRAN.

The killing of the snake appeared to be the cue for a general return to quiescence. The howlings of the hound ceased with those of the henchman. The mustangs once more stood silent under the shadowy trees.

Inside the cabin the only noise heard was an occasional shuffling, when Phelim, no longer feeling confidence in the protection of his _cabriesto_, turned restlessly on his horseskin.

Outside also there was but one sound, to disturb the stillness though its intonation was in striking contrast with that heard within. It might have been likened to a cross between the grunt of an alligator and the croaking of a bull-frog; but proceeding, as it did, from the nostrils of Zeb Stump, it could only be the snore of the slumbering hunter. Its sonorous fulness proved him to be soundly asleep.

He was--had been, almost from the moment of re-establishing himself within the circle of his _cabriesto_. The _revanche_ obtained over his late disturber had acted as a settler to his nerves; and once more was he enjoying the relaxation of perfect repose.

For nearly an hour did this contrasting duet continue, varied only by an occasional _recitative_ in the hoot of the great horned owl, or a _cantata penserosa_ in the lugubrious wail of the prairie wolf.

At the end of this interval, however, the chorus recommenced, breaking out abruptly as before, and as before led by the vociferous voice of the Connemara man.

"Meliah murdher!" cried he, his first exclamation not only startling the host of the hut, but the guest so soundly sleeping outside. "Howly Mother! Vargin av unpurticted innocence! Save me--save me!"

"Save you from what?" demanded his master, once more springing from his couch and hastening to strike a light. "What is it, you confounded fellow?"