"You must not judge of the creature by the baby that Verkimier has tamed.

A full-grown male is quite as large as a man, though very small in the legs in proportion, so that it does not stand high.

It is also very much stronger than the most powerful man.

You would be quite helpless in its grip, I assure you." "I hope, with the professor," returned Nigel, "that we may have a hunt after them, either before or after the arrival of the pirates.

I know he is very anxious to secure a good specimen for some museum in which he is interested--I forget which." As he spoke, the youth who had brought information about the butterfly returned and said a few words to Moses in his native tongue.
"What does he say ?" asked Nigel.
"Dat Massa Verkimier is in full chase, an' it's my opinion dat when he comes back he'll be wet all ober, and hab his shins and elbows barked." "Why d'you think so ?" "'Cause dat's de way he goed on when we was huntin' wid him last year.
He nebber larns fro' 'sperience." "That's a very fine-looking young fellow," remarked Nigel, referring to the Dyak youth who had just returned, and who, with a number of other natives, was watching the visitors with profound interest while they ate.
As the young man referred to was a good sample of the youth of his tribe, we shall describe him.