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As
Challenger
climbed
to
safety
one
dart
of
that
savage
curving
beak
shore
off
the
heel
of
his
boot
as
if
it
had
been
cut
with
a
chisel
.
This
time
at
least
modern
weapons
prevailed
and
the
great
creature
,
twelve
feet
from
head
to
foot
--
phororachus
its
name
,
according
to
our
panting
but
exultant
Professor
--
went
down
before
Lord
Roxton
's
rifle
in
a
flurry
of
waving
feathers
and
kicking
limbs
,
with
two
remorseless
yellow
eyes
glaring
up
from
the
midst
of
it
.
May
I
live
to
see
that
flattened
vicious
skull
in
its
own
niche
amid
the
trophies
of
the
Albany
.
Finally
,
I
will
assuredly
give
some
account
of
the
toxodon
,
the
giant
ten-foot
guinea
pig
,
with
projecting
chisel
teeth
,
which
we
killed
as
it
drank
in
the
gray
of
the
morning
by
the
side
of
the
lake
.
All
this
I
shall
some
day
write
at
fuller
length
,
and
amidst
these
more
stirring
days
I
would
tenderly
sketch
in
these
lovely
summer
evenings
,
when
with
the
deep
blue
sky
above
us
we
lay
in
good
comradeship
among
the
long
grasses
by
the
wood
and
marveled
at
the
strange
fowl
that
swept
over
us
and
the
quaint
new
creatures
which
crept
from
their
burrows
to
watch
us
,
while
above
us
the
boughs
of
the
bushes
were
heavy
with
luscious
fruit
,
and
below
us
strange
and
lovely
flowers
peeped
at
us
from
among
the
herbage
;
or
those
long
moonlit
nights
when
we
lay
out
upon
the
shimmering
surface
of
the
great
lake
and
watched
with
wonder
and
awe
the
huge
circles
rippling
out
from
the
sudden
splash
of
some
fantastic
monster
;
or
the
greenish
gleam
,
far
down
in
the
deep
water
,
of
some
strange
creature
upon
the
confines
of
darkness
.
These
are
the
scenes
which
my
mind
and
my
pen
will
dwell
upon
in
every
detail
at
some
future
day
.
But
,
you
will
ask
,
why
these
experiences
and
why
this
delay
,
when
you
and
your
comrades
should
have
been
occupied
day
and
night
in
the
devising
of
some
means
by
which
you
could
return
to
the
outer
world
?
My
answer
is
,
that
there
was
not
one
of
us
who
was
not
working
for
this
end
,
but
that
our
work
had
been
in
vain
.
One
fact
we
had
very
speedily
discovered
:
The
Indians
would
do
nothing
to
help
us
.
In
every
other
way
they
were
our
friends
--
one
might
almost
say
our
devoted
slaves
--
but
when
it
was
suggested
that
they
should
help
us
to
make
and
carry
a
plank
which
would
bridge
the
chasm
,
or
when
we
wished
to
get
from
them
thongs
of
leather
or
liana
to
weave
ropes
which
might
help
us
,
we
were
met
by
a
good-humored
,
but
an
invincible
,
refusal
.
They
would
smile
,
twinkle
their
eyes
,
shake
their
heads
,
and
there
was
the
end
of
it
.
Even
the
old
chief
met
us
with
the
same
obstinate
denial
,
and
it
was
only
Maretas
,
the
youngster
whom
we
had
saved
,
who
looked
wistfully
at
us
and
told
us
by
his
gestures
that
he
was
grieved
for
our
thwarted
wishes
.
Ever
since
their
crowning
triumph
with
the
ape-men
they
looked
upon
us
as
supermen
,
who
bore
victory
in
the
tubes
of
strange
weapons
,
and
they
believed
that
so
long
as
we
remained
with
them
good
fortune
would
be
theirs
.
A
little
red-skinned
wife
and
a
cave
of
our
own
were
freely
offered
to
each
of
us
if
we
would
but
forget
our
own
people
and
dwell
forever
upon
the
plateau
.
So
far
all
had
been
kindly
,
however
far
apart
our
desires
might
be
;
but
we
felt
well
assured
that
our
actual
plans
of
a
descent
must
be
kept
secret
,
for
we
had
reason
to
fear
that
at
the
last
they
might
try
to
hold
us
by
force
.
In
spite
of
the
danger
from
dinosaurs
(
which
is
not
great
save
at
night
,
for
,
as
I
may
have
said
before
,
they
are
mostly
nocturnal
in
their
habits
)
I
have
twice
in
the
last
three
weeks
been
over
to
our
old
camp
in
order
to
see
our
negro
who
still
kept
watch
and
ward
below
the
cliff
.
My
eyes
strained
eagerly
across
the
great
plain
in
the
hope
of
seeing
afar
off
the
help
for
which
we
had
prayed
.
But
the
long
cactus-strewn
levels
still
stretched
away
,
empty
and
bare
,
to
the
distant
line
of
the
cane-brake
.
"
They
will
soon
come
now
,
Massa
Malone
.
Before
another
week
pass
Indian
come
back
and
bring
rope
and
fetch
you
down
.
"
Such
was
the
cheery
cry
of
our
excellent
Zambo
.
I
had
one
strange
experience
as
I
came
from
this
second
visit
which
had
involved
my
being
away
for
a
night
from
my
companions
.
I
was
returning
along
the
well-remembered
route
,
and
had
reached
a
spot
within
a
mile
or
so
of
the
marsh
of
the
pterodactyls
,
when
I
saw
an
extraordinary
object
approaching
me
.
It
was
a
man
who
walked
inside
a
framework
made
of
bent
canes
so
that
he
was
enclosed
on
all
sides
in
a
bell-shaped
cage
.
As
I
drew
nearer
I
was
more
amazed
still
to
see
that
it
was
Lord
John
Roxton
.
When
he
saw
me
he
slipped
from
under
his
curious
protection
and
came
towards
me
laughing
,
and
yet
,
as
I
thought
,
with
some
confusion
in
his
manner
.
"
Well
,
young
fellah
,
"
said
he
,
"
who
would
have
thought
of
meetin
'
you
up
here
?
"
"
What
in
the
world
are
you
doing
?
"
I
asked
.
