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.”They listened to Thorne's breathing over the radio.Kelly stared at the four video images, each showing a different view of the island.She sighed.“I can't wait to get out there,” she said.“Yeah, me too,” Arby said.But he didn't mean it.He glanced out the window of the trailer and saw the Explorer coming back, with Eddie and Malcolm.Secretly, he was glad to see them return.Thorne stood at the base of the tree, looking up.He couldn't see Levine through the leaves, but he knew he must be somewhere up above, because he was making what seemed to Thorne like a lot of noise.Thorne glanced nervously back at the clearing, screened by intervening foliage.He could still hear the purring; it remained steady, uninterrupted.Thorne waited.What the hell was Levine doing up in a tree, anyway? He heard rustling in the branches above, and then silence.A grunt.Then more rustling.And then Levine said aloud, “Oh, shit!” Then a loud crashing sound, the crack of branches, and a howl of pain.And then Levine crashed down on the ground in front of Thorne, landing hard on his back.He rolled over, clutching his shoulder.“Damn!” he said.Levine wore muddy khakis that were torn in several places.Behind a three-day growth of beard, his face was haggard and spattered with mud.He looked up as Thorne moved toward him, and grinned.“You're the last person I expected to see, Doc,” Levine said.“But your timing is flawless.”Thorne extended his hand, and Levine started to reach for it, when, from the clearing behind them, the tyrannosaurs gave a deafening roar.“Oh, not” Kelly said.On the monitor, the tyrannosaurs were agitated, moving swiftly in circles, raising their heads and bellowing.“Dr.Thorne! What's happening?” Arby said.They heard Levine's voice, tinny and scratchy on the radio, but they couldn't make out the words.Eddie and Malcolm came into the trailer.Malcolm took one look at the monitor and said, “Tell them to get out of there right now!”On the monitor, the two tyrannosaurs had turned their backs to each other, so they were facing outward in a posture of defense.The babies were protected in the center.The adults swung their heavy tails back and forth over the nest, above the babies' heads.But the tension was palpable.And then one of the adults bellowed, and charged out of the clearing.“Dr.Thorne! Dr.Levine! Get out of there!”Thorne swung his leg over the bike and gripped the rubber handles.Levine jumped on behind, clutched him around the waist.Thorne heard a chilling roar, and looked back to see one of the tyrannosaurs crash through the foliage and charge them.The animal was running at full speed-head low, jaws open, in an unmistakable posture of attack.Thorne twisted the throttle.The electric motor whirred, the back wheel spun in the mud, not moving.“Go!” Levine shouted.“Go!”The tyrannosaur rushed toward them, roaring.Thorne could feel the ground shake.The roar was so loud it hurt his ears.The tyrannosaur was nearly on them, the big head lunging forward, jaws wide open Thorne kicked back with his heels, pushing the bike forward.Suddenly the rear wheel caught, throwing up a plume of mud, and the bike roared up the muddy track.He accelerated fast.The motorcycle fished and swerved treacherously on the trail.Behind him Levine was shouting something, but Thorne didn't listen.His heart was pounding.The bike jumped across a rut in the path and they almost lost their balance, then regained it, accelerating again.Thorne did not dare look back.He could smell the odor of rotten flesh, could hear the rasping breath of the giant animal in pursuit.“Doc! Take it easy!” Levine shouted.Thorne ignored him.The bike roared up the hill.The foliage slapped at them; mud spit up on their faces and chests.He was pulled over into a rut, then brought the bike back to the center of the trail.He heard another roar, and imagined it was a bit fainter, but -“Doc!” Levine shouted, leaning close to his car, “What're you trying to do, kill us? Doc! We're alone!”Thorne came to a flat part of the path, and risked a glance back over his shoulder.Levine was right.They were alone.He saw no sign of the pursuing tyrannosaur, though he still heard it roaring, somewhere in the distance.He slowed the bike.“Take it easy,” Levine said, shaking his head.His face was ashen, frightened.“You're a terrible driver, do you know that? You ought to take some lessons.You almost got us killed there.”“He was attacking us,” Thorne said angrily.He was familiar with Levine's critical manner, but right now -“That's absurd,” Levine said.“He wasn't attacking at all.”“It sure as hell looked like it,” Thorne said.“No, no, no,” Levine said.“He wasn't attacking us.The rex was defending his nest.There's a big difference.”“I didn't see any difference,” Thorne said.He pulled the bike to a stop, and glared at Levine.“In point of fact,” Levine said, “if the rex had decided to chase you, we d be dead right now.But he stopped almost immediately.”“He did?” Thorne said.“There's no question about it,” Levine said, in his pedantic manner.“The rex only intended to scare us off, and defend his territory.He'd never leave the nest unguarded, unless we took something, or disrupted the nest.I'm sure he's back there with his mate right now, hovering over the eggs, not going anywhere.”“Then I guess we're lucky he's a good parent,” Thorne said, gunning the motor.“Of course he's a good parent, Levine continued.”Any fool could tell that.Didn't you see how thin he was? He's been neglecting his own nourishment to feed his offspring.Probably been doing it for weeks.A Tyrannosaurus rex is a complex animal, with complex hunting behavior.And he has complex childrearing behavior as well.I wouldn't be surprised if adult tyrannosaurs have an extended parenting role that lasts for months.He may teach his offspring to hunt, for example.Start by bringing in small wounded animals, and letting the youngsters finish them off.That kind of thing.It'll be interesting to find out exactly what he does.Why are we waiting here?"Through Thorne's earpiece, the radio crackled.Malcolm said, “It would never occur to him to thank you for saving his life.”Thorne grunted.“Evidently not,” he said.Levine said, “Who are you talking to? Is it Malcolm? Is he here?”“Yes,” Thorne said.I “He's agreeing with me, isn't he,” Levine said.“Not exactly,” Thorne said, shaking his head.“Look, Doc,” Levine said, “I'm sorry if you got upset.But there was no reason for it [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]