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THE LOST WORLD By SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE _ J (Continued from Teoterday.) That night (our third In Maple White Land) we had an experience Which left a fearful impression upon cur minds, and made ua thankful that Lord John had worked so hard In making our retreat Impregnable. We Were all sleeping round our dying fire when we were aroused—or, rather, I should say, shot out of our slumbers— by a succession of the most fright ful cries and screams to which 1 have ever listened. I know no sound to which I cpuld compare this Rmaztng tumult, wnlrh seemed to come from some spot within a few hundred yards of our camp. It was as ear-splitting as any whistle of a railway engine; but whereas the whistle Is a clear, mechanical, sharp-edged sound, this was far deeper In volume and vibrant with the uttermost strain of agony and horror. We clapped our hands to our ears to shut out that nerve shaking appeal. A cold sweat broke out over my body, and my heart turned sick at the misery of It. All the woes of tortured life, all its stu pendous Indictment of high heaven. Its Innumerable sorrows, seemed to be centered and condensed into that one dreadful, agonizing cry. And then, under this high-pitched, ringing sound there was another, more Inter mittent, a low, deep-chested laugh, a growling, throaty gurgle of merriment which formed a grotesque accompani ment to the shriek with which it was blended. For three or four mlnptes on end the fearsome duet continued, •while all the foliage rustled with the rising of startled birds. Then It shut off as suddenly as It began. For a long time we sat in horrified silence. Then Lord John threw a bundle of twigs upon the fire and their red glare lit up the Intent faces of my com panions and flickered over the great boughs above our heads. "What was It?" I whispered. "We have been privileged to over bear a prehistoric tragedy, the sort of drama which occurred among the reeds upon the border of some Juras slc lkgoon, when the greater dragon pinned the lesser among the slime, said Chnllergcr, with more solemnity than I hail ever henrd In hjs voice. "It was surely well for man that he came late in the order of idea tion There were powers abroad In earlier days whteh no courage and no mechanism of his could have met what could his sling, his throwing I j --Day by Day By O. O. M’lXTYRE. On the Atlantic, March 2.—I have always read in novels of strange ad ventures on shipboard. In five cross ings my only adventures have been trivial—such as lurching Into old ladles’ laps, getting my hand caught trying to close portholes or falling downstairs. Today I eeem to be on the heels of adventure. There was a smart rap on my door. A gold 1 aided flunkey touched his tambourine cap, clicked bla heels and presented an embossed envelope with a crest. Perhaps a lady In distress or something. It was from the purser who pre sented his compliments and implored me at the earliest opportunity to see him privately In his quarters. I don ned my best attire. Including a flam ing purple tie and presented myself forthwith. The adventure was taw dry. I was merely told there was $1.20 excess sharge on my luggage. Yet for more Intrepid souls there must be adventure. You sense It. There is on every boat one of those cool, glacial and beautiful ladles who causes tongues to wag. You think of price less smuggled pearls and matching ■wits against the pick of Scotland Yard. One of the type la aboard. I heard one old lady say to her companion as the lady passed by on the prom enade deck: "A scarlet woman.” I would not go that far but perhaps there la a dash of pink. She dines In her stateroom, shuns everybody and strolls the deck when the moon la out. Unattached gentlemen give her covetous glances. 'Whoever she Is, aha gives the ship a cosmopolitan tang. And no doubt she will prove to be the buyer for a middle west mil linery house who Is known In her town ns "one of the Schwartz girls.” My bed seems to he the repository for refuse. So far the roll of the ship has dosed It with a eplotch of Ink. two loosely fried eggs and a pot of coffee. There la an extremely precocious youngster on board. He Is 12 years eld and has crossed the Atlantic alone 22 ttmee. He Is fearfully British —fearfully although born In Boeton. Ha le attending an English school and rune home for each vacation. Last year he made four trips. He Is entirely too worldly wise for on* of tils years and I think he need* eome plentiful doeea of what grandmother called "birch tea." He join* groups of men In the smoking lounge and drinking rooms as nonchalantly as a fresh suapender salesman In a pull man smoker. Several times he ha* apolcnn disdainfully of what he calls •’Aw-meerika." • At 12 as I remember my marine experience constated of one ferry ride across the Ohio river on the Steamer Champion. I do not believe this precocious child will ever have the thrill I had then. I went as the guest of Captain Rafe Hamilton and was absent about 1R minute* hut for many weeks I would mention casu ally I had been over In West Virginia recently. The beet giggle of the trip so far was In the ballroom last night. All had been seated when she came In— an extremely pompoua lady In flam tng red silk. She had timed her ap proach. Her small daughter was waiting and ah# was the kind who said loudly: "Daughter, don’t you atand up for mother?" You recog nize her no doubt, flhe uaed an enormous fan In one hand and a pearl handled lorgnette In the other. The ship suddenly struck high sen*. And with the momentum of n roller Coaster car, her chH.tr suddenly shot across tha ballroom floor and ah# Itaded kerplunk amidships of an amazed and portly gentleman who was Innocently and gently nodding Ho on# has seen the lady since. iCopyrlsbb 1IIM t his Express. "But the beast would certainly have a good sporting chance." Summerlee raised his hsnd. "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 jiads placed cautiously upon the ground. It etole slowly round the camp, and then halt ed near our gateway. There was a low, sibilant rise and fall—the breath lng of the creature. Only our feeble hedge separated us from this horror of the night, EJaoh of us had seized Ills rifle, and Lord John had pulled out a small bush to make an embra sure In the hedge. "By George!" he whispered. "I think I ran see It!" I stooped and peered over his shoulder through the gap. Yes, 1 could see It, too. In the deep shadow of the tree there was a deeper shadow yet, black, inchoate, vague—a crouch ing form full of savage vigor and menace. It was no higher than a horse, but the dim outline suggested vast hulk and strength. That hiss lng 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 (he 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 T, cocking my rifle. "Don't fire7 Don't fire!" whispered Lord John. '.'The crash of a gun in this silent night would lie heard for miles. Keep it as a last card." "if it gets over the hedge we're done," said Summerlee, and his voice crackled into a nervous laugh as he «poke. "No. It must not get over," cried Lord John: "hut hold your Are )o the last. Perhaps I can make some thing of the fellow. I'll chance It. anyhow." It was as brave an act as ever 1 saw a man do. He stooped to the fire, picked up a blazing branch, and slipped in an instant through a sally port which he had made in our gate way. The thing moved forward with a dreadful snarl. Lord John never hesitated, hut, running towards it with a quick, light step, he dashed the flaming wood into the brute's face. For one moment I had a vision of a horrible mask, like a giant toad's, of a warty, leprous skin, and of a loose mouth all beslobbered with fresh blood. The next, there was a crash In the underwood and our dreadful visitor was gone. "I thought he wouldn't face the /Tre,” said Lord John, laughing as he came back and threw his branch among the faggots. "You should not have taken such a risk!” we all cried. "There was nothing else to be done If he had got among 11s we should have shot each other In tryin’ to down him. On the other hand, If we had fired through the hedge and wounded him he would soon have been on the top of us—to say nothin' of giving ourselves away. On the whole, I think we are Jolly well out of It. What was he, then?" Our learned men looked at each other with some hesitation. "Personally, I am unable to classify the A-eature with any certainty," .■ iid Summerlee, lighting his pipe from the Are. "In refusing to commit yourself you are but showing a proper sci entific reserve," said Challenger, with massive condescension. "I am not myself prepared to go farther than to say in general terms that we have almost certainly been In contact to night with some fgorm of carnivor ous dinosaur. I have already ex pressed my anticipation that some thing of th esort might exist upon this plateau." "We have to bear In mind." re marked Summerlee, "that there are many prehistoric forms which have never come down to us. It would be rash to suppose that we can give a name to all that we are likely to meet." "Exactly. A rough classification may be the best that we can attempt Tomorrow some further evidence may help us to an Identification. Mean time we can only renew our Inter rupted slumbers." "But not without s sentinel," said Lord John with devision. "We can't afford to take chances In a country like this. Two-hour Rpeels In the fu ture for each of us." "Then I'll Just finish my pipe In starting the first one," said Professor Summerlee; and from that time on wards we never trusted ourselves again without a watchman. In the morning it was not long before we discovered the source of the hideous uproar which had aroused up in the night. The iguanodnn glade was the scene of a horrible butchery. Prom the pools of blood and the enor mous lumps of flesh scattered in every direction over the green sward we imagined at first that a number of animals had been killed, but on examining the rema ns more closely we discovered that all this carnage came from one of these unwieldy mon sters, which had been iteray torn to pieces by some creature not larger, perhaps, but far more ferocious, than itself. Our two professors sat in absorbed argument, examining piece after piece, which showed the marks of savage teeth and of enormous claws. “Our judgment must still be in abeyance," said Professor Challenger, with a huge slab of whitish-colored flesh across his knee. "The Indira tions would be consistent with th presence of a saber-toothed tiger, such as are still found among the breccia of our caverns; but the creature actually seen was undoubtedly of a larger and more reptlllon characten. Personally, I should pronounce for allosaurus." "Or megalosaurua,” said Summer lee.” "Exactly. Any one of the larger carnivorous dlsosaurs w'ould meet the case. Anfong them are to he found all the most terrible types of animal life that have ever cursed the earth or blessed a museum." He laughed sonorously at his own conceit, for, though he had little sense of humor, the crudest pleasantry from his own lip* moved him always to roars of appreciation. "The less noise the hetter," said Lord Roxton, curtly. "We don't know who nr what may he near us If this fellah comes hack for his breakfast and catches us here we won't have so much to laugh at. By the wav, what Is this mark upon the Iguanodon's hide?” That evening we had a grand dls mission upon our present situation and future plans, which I must de scribe at some length, as It led to a new departure by which we were enabled to gain a more complete know ledge of Maple White Band than might have come in many weeks ef exploring. it was Summarise who opened the debate. All day he had been querulous in manner, and now some remark of l*ord John s as to what we should do on the morrow brought all hl« bitterness to n head. “Want, we ought to be doing today, tomorrow and all Ihe time,’ said he. 'Is finding some way out of the trap into which we have fallen. You are all turning your brains towards getting into this country. I say that we should he scheming how to get out of 11.” ”1 am surprised, air,” boomed ( iiai lenger, stroking his majestic beard, "that any man of science should com mit himself to so ignoble a sentiment. You are in a land which offers such an inducement to the ambitious nat uralist as none ever has since the world began, and you suggest lenv- A ing iti before we have acquired more than the most superficial knowledge of it or of its contents. I expected better things of you, Professor Sum merlee." 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