be seen.

"It is asleep somewhere," whispered Tua, "let us go away, I do not like
this stench."

"Stench," answered Rames. "I smell nothing except the lilies on the
water. Let us wake it up, it would be silly to go now. Surely you are
not afraid, O Star."

"Oh, no! I am not afraid," answered Tua proudly. "Only wake it up
quickly, please."

What Rames did not add was that it would be impossible to retreat as the
door had closed behind them, and there was no keyhole on its inner side.

So they walked round the tank, but wherever it might lurk, the sleeping
crocodile refused to wake.

"Let us get into the boat and look for it," suggested Rames. "Perhaps it
is hiding on the island."

So he led her to the stone slope, where to her horror Tua saw the
remains of the crocodile's last meal, a sight that caused her to forget
her doubts and jump into the boat very quickly. Then Rames gave it a
push and sprang in after her, so that they found themselves floating
on the water. Now, standing in the bow, the boy took an oar and paddled
round the island, but still there were no signs of the crocodile.

"I don't believe it is here at all," he said, recovering his courage.