now, Nothing Could Pierce The Inch-thick Armoured Hide. Not Even Rifle bullets, Which Would Bounce Off. Only The Eyes And The Soft Underarms offered A Place. He Lived Well In The River, Sunning Himself Sometimes With other Crocodiles-muggers, As Well As The Long-snouted Fish-eating Gharials-on Warm Rocks And Sandbanks Where The Sun Dried The Clay On Them Quite white, And Where They Could Plot Off Into The Water In A Moment If Alarmed. - 08: The Blue Bead By Norah Burke

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08: The Blue Bead by Norah Burke

Now, nothing could pierce the inch-thick armoured hide. Not even rifle bullets, which would bounce off. Only the eyes and the soft underarms offered a place. He lived well in the river, sunning himself sometimes with other crocodiles-muggers, as well as the long-snouted fish-eating gharials-on warm rocks and sandbanks where the sun dried the clay on them quite white, and where they could plot off into the water in a moment if alarmed. :with Solutions -

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Now, nothing could pierce the inch-thick armoured hide. Not even rifle bullets, which would bounce off. Only the eyes and the soft underarms offered a place. He lived well in the river, sunning himself sometimes with other crocodiles-muggers, as well as the long-snouted fish-eating gharials-on warm rocks and sandbanks where the sun dried the clay on them quite white, and where they could plot off into the water in a moment if alarmed.