CHAPTER TWENTY NINE.
A CAPTIVE CARRIED ALOFT.
"We are lost!" were the words that rushed from Henry Redwood's lips.
They came involuntarily; for, as soon as said, he regretted them, seeing how much they added to the alarm of his sister.

It was a crisis in which she needed rather to be inspired to confidence by words of encouragement.
They were said, however, and he could not recall them.

He had no time to speak of anything, or to think of what course they should now pursue.
Coming straight toward the tree with an awkward, shambling, but speedy gait withal, the monster would soon reach the spot where they stood.
Its movements showed it to be in a state of excitement--the natural consequence of its late conflict with the crocodile.

If seen, they would come in for a share of its anger, already roused.
If seen! They were almost sure of being seen.

They were endeavouring to avoid it by keeping on the other side of the tree, and screening themselves among the parasitical plants.