The Land That Time Forgot


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him sacrificed, I, too, stopped and faced the monster. The creature appeared to be  
more impressed with Nobs than by us and our firearms, for it stopped as the  
Airedale dashed at it growling, and struck at him viciously with its powerful jaws.  
Nobs, though, was lightning by comparison with the slow thinking beast and  
dodged his opponent's thrust with ease. Then he raced to the rear of the  
tremendous thing and seized it by the tail. There Nobs made the error of his life.  
Within that mottled organ were the muscles of a Titan, the force of a dozen  
mighty catapults, and the owner of the tail was fully aware of the possibilities  
which it contained. With a single flip of the tip it sent poor Nobs sailing through  
the air a hundred feet above the ground, straight back into the clump of acacias  
from which the beast had leaped upon our kill--and then the grotesque thing  
sank lifeless to the ground.  
Olson and von Schoenvorts came up a minute later with their men; then we all  
cautiously approached the still form upon the ground. The creature was quite  
dead, and an examination resulted in disclosing the fact that Whitely's bullet had  
pierced its heart, and mine had severed the spinal cord.  
"But why didn't it die instantly?" I exclaimed.  
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Because," said von Schoenvorts in his disagreeable way, "the beast is so large,  
and its nervous organization of so low a caliber, that it took all this time for the  
intelligence of death to reach and be impressed upon the minute brain. The thing  
was dead when your bullets struck it; but it did not know it for several seconds--  
possibly a minute. If I am not mistaken, it is an Allosaurus of the Upper  
Jurassic, remains of which have been found in Central Wyoming, in the suburbs  
of New York."  
An Irishman by the name of Brady grinned. I afterward learned that he had  
served three years on the traffic-squad of the Chicago police force.  
I had been calling Nobs in the meantime and was about to set out in search of  
him, fearing, to tell the truth, to do so lest I find him mangled and dead among  
the trees of the acacia grove, when he suddenly emerged from among the boles,  
his ears flattened, his tail between his legs and his body screwed into a suppliant  
S. He was unharmed except for minor bruises; but he was the most chastened  
dog I have ever seen.  
We gathered up what was left of the red deer after skinning and cleaning it, and  
set out upon our return journey toward the U-boat. On the way Olson, von  
Schoenvorts and I discussed the needs of our immediate future, and we were  
unanimous in placing foremost the necessity of a permanent camp on shore. The  
interior of a U-boat is about as impossible and uncomfortable an abiding-place as  
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