and we run and manchee lets out a frightened yelp and leaps past me but i see a croc rear up outta the rushes in front of him and it jumps for him but manchee 's so scared he jumps even higher , higher than he really knows how , and the croc 's teeth snap on empty air and it lands with a splash next to me looking mighty pissed off and i hear its noise hiss whirler boy and i 'm running and it jumps for me and i 'm not even thinking and i 'm turning and i 'm pushing my hand up and the croc comes crashing down on top of me and its mouth is open and its claws are out and i think i 'm about to be dead and i 'm thrashing my way back outta the muck up onto the dry bit and it 's on its hind legs coming after me outta the rushes and it takes a minute of me yelling and of manchee barking his head off before i realize that it 's not actually coming after me no more , that the croc 's dead , that my new knife is right thru its head , still stuck in the croc and the only reason the croc 's still thrashing is cuz i 'm still thrashing and i shake the croc off the knife and the croc falls to the ground and i sort of just fall over too in celebrayshun of not being dead .