CHAPTER 5THE SNAKE CHARMER
Through the heavy foliage they forced their way, and had gone several hundred yards before Nick Carter suddenly stopped. As he did so, the others banged into him, just as the horrible cry broke forth once again.
“Look!” whispered Nick.
Some two hundred feet ahead, so far as they were able to calculate, a patch of greenish light, faint and elusive, darted about among the dank undergrowth.
The light seemed not to have any defined source. It was a mere blur in the blackness—hardly more than a vapor. Yet it was unmistakably there.
“Keep behind me and don’t make any more noise than you can help!” warned Nick, in a scarcely audible tone.
The soft click of the lever as he slipped a cartridge into the chamber of his rifle made itself heard, and his three companions
