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We
staggered
through
the
brushwood
,
and
even
as
we
reached
the
trees
the
harpies
were
on
us
again
.
Summerlee
was
knocked
down
,
but
we
tore
him
up
and
rushed
among
the
trunks
.
Once
there
we
were
safe
,
for
those
huge
wings
had
no
space
for
their
sweep
beneath
the
branches
.
As
we
limped
homewards
,
sadly
mauled
and
discomfited
,
we
saw
them
for
a
long
time
flying
at
a
great
height
against
the
deep
blue
sky
above
our
heads
,
soaring
round
and
round
,
no
bigger
than
wood-pigeons
,
with
their
eyes
no
doubt
still
following
our
progress
.
At
last
,
however
,
as
we
reached
the
thicker
woods
they
gave
up
the
chase
,
and
we
saw
them
no
more
.
"
A
most
interesting
and
convincing
experience
,
"
said
Challenger
,
as
we
halted
beside
the
brook
and
he
bathed
a
swollen
knee
.
"
We
are
exceptionally
well
informed
,
Summerlee
,
as
to
the
habits
of
the
enraged
pterodactyl
.
"
Summerlee
was
wiping
the
blood
from
a
cut
in
his
forehead
,
while
I
was
tying
up
a
nasty
stab
in
the
muscle
of
the
neck
.
Lord
John
had
the
shoulder
of
his
coat
torn
away
,
but
the
creature
's
teeth
had
only
grazed
the
flesh
.
"
It
is
worth
noting
,
"
Challenger
continued
,
"
that
our
young
friend
has
received
an
undoubted
stab
,
while
Lord
John
's
coat
could
only
have
been
torn
by
a
bite
.
In
my
own
case
,
I
was
beaten
about
the
head
by
their
wings
,
so
we
have
had
a
remarkable
exhibition
of
their
various
methods
of
offence
.
"
"
It
has
been
touch
and
go
for
our
lives
,
"
said
Lord
John
,
gravely
,
"
and
I
could
not
think
of
a
more
rotten
sort
of
death
than
to
be
outed
by
such
filthy
vermin
.
I
was
sorry
to
fire
my
rifle
,
but
,
by
Jove
!
there
was
no
great
choice
.
"
"
We
should
not
be
here
if
you
had
n't
,
"
said
I
,
with
conviction
.
"
It
may
do
no
harm
,
"
said
he
.
"
Among
these
woods
there
must
be
many
loud
cracks
from
splitting
or
falling
trees
which
would
be
just
like
the
sound
of
a
gun
.
But
now
,
if
you
are
of
my
opinion
,
we
have
had
thrills
enough
for
one
day
,
and
had
best
get
back
to
the
surgical
box
at
the
camp
for
some
carbolic
.
Who
knows
what
venom
these
beasts
may
have
in
their
hideous
jaws
?
"
But
surely
no
men
ever
had
just
such
a
day
since
the
world
began
.
Some
fresh
surprise
was
ever
in
store
for
us
.
When
,
following
the
course
of
our
brook
,
we
at
last
reached
our
glade
and
saw
the
thorny
barricade
of
our
camp
,
we
thought
that
our
adventures
were
at
an
end
.
But
we
had
something
more
to
think
of
before
we
could
rest
.
The
gate
of
Fort
Challenger
had
been
untouched
,
the
walls
were
unbroken
,
and
yet
it
had
been
visited
by
some
strange
and
powerful
creature
in
our
absence
.
No
foot-mark
showed
a
trace
of
its
nature
,
and
only
the
overhanging
branch
of
the
enormous
ginko
tree
suggested
how
it
might
have
come
and
gone
;
but
of
its
malevolent
strength
there
was
ample
evidence
in
the
condition
of
our
stores
.
They
were
strewn
at
random
all
over
the
ground
,
and
one
tin
of
meat
had
been
crushed
into
pieces
so
as
to
extract
the
contents
.
A
case
of
cartridges
had
been
shattered
into
matchwood
,
and
one
of
the
brass
shells
lay
shredded
into
pieces
beside
it
.
Again
the
feeling
of
vague
horror
came
upon
our
souls
,
and
we
gazed
round
with
frightened
eyes
at
the
dark
shadows
which
lay
around
us
,
in
all
of
which
some
fearsome
shape
might
be
lurking
.
How
good
it
was
when
we
were
hailed
by
the
voice
of
Zambo
,
and
,
going
to
the
edge
of
the
plateau
,
saw
him
sitting
grinning
at
us
upon
the
top
of
the
opposite
pinnacle
.
"
All
well
,
Massa
Challenger
,
all
well
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Me
stay
here
.
No
fear
.
You
always
find
me
when
you
want
.
"
