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"
What
do
you
claim
that
it
was
?
"
he
asked
.
"
To
the
best
of
my
belief
,
a
pterodactyl
.
"
Summerlee
burst
into
derisive
laughter
"
A
pter-fiddlestick
!
"
said
he
.
"
It
was
a
stork
,
if
ever
I
saw
one
.
"
Challenger
was
too
furious
to
speak
.
He
simply
swung
his
pack
upon
his
back
and
continued
upon
his
march
.
Lord
John
came
abreast
of
me
,
however
,
and
his
face
was
more
grave
than
was
his
wont
.
He
had
his
Zeiss
glasses
in
his
hand
.
"
I
focused
it
before
it
got
over
the
trees
,
"
said
he
.
"
I
wo
n't
undertake
to
say
what
it
was
,
but
I
'll
risk
my
reputation
as
a
sportsman
that
it
was
n't
any
bird
that
ever
I
clapped
eyes
on
in
my
life
.
"
So
there
the
matter
stands
.
Are
we
really
just
at
the
edge
of
the
unknown
,
encountering
the
outlying
pickets
of
this
lost
world
of
which
our
leader
speaks
?
I
give
you
the
incident
as
it
occurred
and
you
will
know
as
much
as
I
do
.
It
stands
alone
,
for
we
saw
nothing
more
which
could
be
called
remarkable
.
And
now
,
my
readers
,
if
ever
I
have
any
,
I
have
brought
you
up
the
broad
river
,
and
through
the
screen
of
rushes
,
and
down
the
green
tunnel
,
and
up
the
long
slope
of
palm
trees
,
and
through
the
bamboo
brake
,
and
across
the
plain
of
tree-ferns
.
At
last
our
destination
lay
in
full
sight
of
us
.
When
we
had
crossed
the
second
ridge
we
saw
before
us
an
irregular
,
palm-studded
plain
,
and
then
the
line
of
high
red
cliffs
which
I
have
seen
in
the
picture
.
There
it
lies
,
even
as
I
write
,
and
there
can
be
no
question
that
it
is
the
same
.
At
the
nearest
point
it
is
about
seven
miles
from
our
present
camp
,
and
it
curves
away
,
stretching
as
far
as
I
can
see
.
Challenger
struts
about
like
a
prize
peacock
,
and
Summerlee
is
silent
,
but
still
sceptical
.
Another
day
should
bring
some
of
our
doubts
to
an
end
.
Meanwhile
,
as
Jose
,
whose
arm
was
pierced
by
a
broken
bamboo
,
insists
upon
returning
,
I
send
this
letter
back
in
his
charge
,
and
only
hope
that
it
may
eventually
come
to
hand
.
I
will
write
again
as
the
occasion
serves
.
I
have
enclosed
with
this
a
rough
chart
of
our
journey
,
which
may
have
the
effect
of
making
the
account
rather
easier
to
understand
.
A
dreadful
thing
has
happened
to
us
.
Who
could
have
foreseen
it
?
I
can
not
foresee
any
end
to
our
troubles
.
It
may
be
that
we
are
condemned
to
spend
our
whole
lives
in
this
strange
,
inaccessible
place
.
I
am
still
so
confused
that
I
can
hardly
think
clearly
of
the
facts
of
the
present
or
of
the
chances
of
the
future
.
To
my
astounded
senses
the
one
seems
most
terrible
and
the
other
as
black
as
night
.
No
men
have
ever
found
themselves
in
a
worse
position
;
nor
is
there
any
use
in
disclosing
to
you
our
exact
geographical
situation
and
asking
our
friends
for
a
relief
party
.
Even
if
they
could
send
one
,
our
fate
will
in
all
human
probability
be
decided
long
before
it
could
arrive
in
South
America
.
We
are
,
in
truth
,
as
far
from
any
human
aid
as
if
we
were
in
the
moon
.
If
we
are
to
win
through
,
it
is
only
our
own
qualities
which
can
save
us
.
I
have
as
companions
three
remarkable
men
,
men
of
great
brain-power
and
of
unshaken
courage
.
There
lies
our
one
and
only
hope
.
It
is
only
when
I
look
upon
the
untroubled
faces
of
my
comrades
that
I
see
some
glimmer
through
the
darkness
.
Outwardly
I
trust
that
I
appear
as
unconcerned
as
they
.
Inwardly
I
am
filled
with
apprehension
.
