It fell out as he feared.

For as the Polonga drank, the Child patted him on the head, and he in his hasty humour bit him on the hand and killed him.

The Noya seeing this, was resolved to be revenged; and so reproaching him for his baseness, fought him so long till he killed him, and after that devoured him.

Which to this day they ever do, always fight when they meet, and the Conquerour eats the the body of the vanquished.

Hence the Proverb among the Chingulayes, when they see two men irreconcileable, they compare them to the Polonga and Noya, and say, Noya Polonga waghe, like a Noya and Polonga.
[The Carowala.] There is the Carowala, about two foot in length very poysonous, that lurks in the holes and thatch of houses.