They came to a stream, muddy banks on both sides. Even so, his fingers touched the butt of his pistol, as if for reassurance. As long as they saw signs of herbivora, he wasn’t going to worry. Definitely left behind by some large herbivore.ĭiego was silent, but his eyes were wide. The droppings were well formed, twelve centimeters in diameter. Levine searched the ground carefully, until he found the remainder of the original spoor. The material was light and crumbly – dried, old. The droppings appeared to be composed of pale flecks of hay, mixed with green.
Levine went back.ĭiego scraped his boot clean on the stem of a fern. Levine turned and saw Diego lifting his foot gingerly he had stepped to mid-ankle in a pile of green animal-droppings.
Clearly, no one had used this road for many years, and the jungle was always ready to return.īehind him, Diego grunted, swore softly. In places, the Jeep track was hardly recognizable, so thickly had the jungle grown back. Petersburg Times Excerpt – The Lost World ePub
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