The snake move briefly, convulsively. He thought for a moment that it might emerge and leave him, but no, it settled again, nestling more firmly against the heat of his body. How could he escape? He considered and dismissed the idea of a sudden violent leap; the creature would almost certainly nail him before they parted company. Then how? He turned his head to look at George and Daby snoring peacefully eighteen yards away. He did not dare shout out to them. The noise might rouse the snake, or it might be disturbed by the vibrations of his voice. He tried a loud whisper but fear had dried the saliva in his mouth and the only sound he could make was a frustrated croak. His vocal chords simply refused to function. He kept on trying until he was exhausted, then just lay there. Poised in a hinterland between life and death, he thought of his home, his childhood and his bonus for early delivery of the cattle, but irrationally and incoherently.