As it grew light, the Man who could see glanced over at his companion and saw that he held a Snake in his hand. In great alarm he cried out,—
“Oh, comrade, what you imagine to be a whip is in reality a Snake. Be quick and throw it away before it bites you.”
But the Blind Man only laughed. “What, are you envious of my good luck?” he replied. “I lost my whip, but some good fortune has placed this softer and better one in my hand. Pray do not think because I am blind that I am also a fool. I am not such a simpleton that I do not know the difference between a whip and a Snake.”
“My good friend,” answered the other Man, “for your own welfare, I beg of you to believe me and throw away this Snake.”
But the Blind Man only clung the more tightly to the Snake, which, awakened by the warmth of the man’s hand, coiled itself about his wrist and bit him so that he died.