The Island Where Time Stands Still - Plot & Excerpts
In the poky little cabin there was scarcely room to turn round: so he was as near to it as Che-khi. Owing to the low ceiling the heads of both were bent, and turned towards it. In their cramped position there was no possibility of grabbing up some weighty object to smash down upon it, or of springing away. The venomous-looking brute was brown in colour fading to a yellowish hue where its belly showed as it raised itself to strike. Its eyes were small points of black that glittered brightly, reflecting the light, of the oil lamp. Its forked tongue flickered with lightning speed, and its flattish ugly head swayed from side to side. Gregory, aware that the reptile’s brain was smaller than a rabbit’s, knew that, without discrimination, it would strike at the first moving thing within its range of vision. Feeling behind him, he clutched the padded coat he had just taken off meaning to swing it up in front of the snake. Before he could do so Che-khi lost his nerve. With a high-pitched scream he turned to fly.
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