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"
We
shall
know
in
the
morning
,
"
said
Lord
John
.
"
It
was
close
to
us
--
not
farther
than
the
glade
.
"
"
We
have
been
privileged
to
overhear
a
prehistoric
tragedy
,
the
sort
of
drama
which
occurred
among
the
reeds
upon
the
border
of
some
Jurassic
lagoon
,
when
the
greater
dragon
pinned
the
lesser
among
the
slime
,
"
said
Challenger
,
with
more
solemnity
than
I
had
ever
heard
in
his
voice
.
"
It
was
surely
well
for
man
that
he
came
late
in
the
order
of
creation
.
There
were
powers
abroad
in
earlier
days
which
no
courage
and
no
mechanism
of
his
could
have
met
.
What
could
his
sling
,
his
throwing-stick
,
or
his
arrow
avail
him
against
such
forces
as
have
been
loose
to-night
?
Even
with
a
modern
rifle
it
would
be
all
odds
on
the
monster
.
"
"
I
think
I
should
back
my
little
friend
,
"
said
Lord
John
,
caressing
his
Express
.
"
But
the
beast
would
certainly
have
a
good
sporting
chance
.
"
Summerlee
raised
his
hand
.
"
Hush
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Surely
I
hear
something
?
"
From
the
utter
silence
there
emerged
a
deep
,
regular
pat-pat
.
It
was
the
tread
of
some
animal
--
the
rhythm
of
soft
but
heavy
pads
placed
cautiously
upon
the
ground
.
It
stole
slowly
round
the
camp
,
and
then
halted
near
our
gateway
.
There
was
a
low
,
sibilant
rise
and
fall
--
the
breathing
of
the
creature
.
Only
our
feeble
hedge
separated
us
from
this
horror
of
the
night
.
Each
of
us
had
seized
his
rifle
,
and
Lord
John
had
pulled
out
a
small
bush
to
make
an
embrasure
in
the
hedge
.
"
By
George
!
"
he
whispered
.
"
I
think
I
can
see
it
!
"
I
stooped
and
peered
over
his
shoulder
through
the
gap
.
Yes
,
I
could
see
it
,
too
.
In
the
deep
shadow
of
the
tree
there
was
a
deeper
shadow
yet
,
black
,
inchoate
,
vague
--
a
crouching
form
full
of
savage
vigor
and
menace
.
It
was
no
higher
than
a
horse
,
but
the
dim
outline
suggested
vast
bulk
and
strength
.
That
hissing
pant
,
as
regular
and
full-volumed
as
the
exhaust
of
an
engine
,
spoke
of
a
monstrous
organism
.
Once
,
as
it
moved
,
I
thought
I
saw
the
glint
of
two
terrible
,
greenish
eyes
.
There
was
an
uneasy
rustling
,
as
if
it
were
crawling
slowly
forward
.
"
I
believe
it
is
going
to
spring
!
"
said
I
,
cocking
my
rifle
.
