Lys was coldly polite to me and sweetly gracious to Bradley and Olson. She
wasn’t of the gushing type, I knew; so I didn’t expect much from her and was
duly grateful for the few morsels of attention she threw upon the floor to me.
We had a pleasant meal, with only one unfortunate occurrence—when Olson
suggested that possibly the creature we were eating was the same one that ate
the German. It was some time before we could persuade the girl to continue her
meal, but at last Bradley prevailed upon her, pointing out that we had come
upstream nearly forty miles since the boche had been seized, and that during
that time we had seen literally thousands of these denizens of the river,
indicating that the chances were very remote that this was the same Plesiosaur.
“And anyway,” he concluded, “it was only a scheme of Mr. Olson’s to get all the
steaks for himself.”
We discussed the future and ventured opinions as to what lay before us; but we
could only theorize at best, for none of us knew. If the whole land was
infested by these and similar horrid monsters, life would be impossible upon
it, and we decided that we would only search long enough to find and take
aboard fresh water and such meat and fruits as might be safely procurable and
then retrace our way beneath the cliffs to the open sea.
And so at last we turned into our narrow bunks, hopeful, happy and at peace
with ourselves, our lives and our God, to awaken the following morning
refreshed and still optimistic. We had an easy time getting away—as we learned
later, because the saurians do not commence to feed until late in the morning.
From noon to midnight their curve of activity is at its height, while from dawn
to about nine o’clock it is lowest. As a matter of fact, we didn’t see one of
them all the time we were getting under way, though I had the cannon raised to
the deck and manned against an assault. I hoped, but I was none too sure, that
shells might discourage them. The trees were full of monkeys of all sizes and
shades, and once we thought we saw a manlike creature watching us from the
depth of the forest.
Shortly after we resumed our course upstream, we saw the mouth of another and
smaller river emptying into the main channel from the south—that is, upon our
right; and almost immediately after we came upon a large island five or six
miles in length; and at fifty miles there was a still larger river than the
last coming in from the northwest, the course of the main stream having now
changed to northeast by southwest. The water was quite free from reptiles, and
the vegetation upon the banks of the river had altered to more open and
parklike forest, with eucalyptus and acacia mingled with a scattering of tree
ferns, as though two distinct periods of geologic time had overlapped and
merged. The grass, too, was less flowering, though there were still gorgeous
patches mottling the greensward; and lastly, the fauna was less multitudinous.
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