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Then, grinning mischievously, she added, "But don't let that stop you." "I wouldn't let a tyranno stop me," bragged the blond-haired cadet. "Tell me who your previous engagement is with and I'll get rid of him in nothing flat!" The girl giggled and looked past Roger. He turned to see a tall, solidly built man in coveralls scowling at him. "Friend of yours, Agnes?" the newcomer asked.
"I thought you were supposed to be the home-grown Venusian hick that could manage in the jungle like that fairy-tale character, Tarzan," Roger teased Astro. "Listen, you sleepwalking space Romeo," growled Astro, "I know more about this jungle than you could learn in ten years. And I'm not foolish enough to battle with a tyranno with the odds on his side. I ran for a good reason!"
There was a growing roar and the crashing stopped momentarily. "Let's get out of here," said Astro tensely. "That's a tyranno, but he's down on all fours now, looking for that monkey! Keep together and make as little noise as you can. No talking. Keep your blasters and emergency lights ready. If he discovers us, you shine the light on his face Roger, and Tom and I will shoot.
From thence he coasted the land till he arrived at Margarita to the north of Mompatar, which is at this day called Puerto de Tyranno, for that he there slew Don Juan de Villa Andreda, Governor of Margarita, who was father to Don Juan Sarmiento, Governor of Margarita when Sir John Burgh landed there and attempted the island.
It moved its flat, triangular-shaped head in a slow arc, peering out over the clearing. The smoke billowed around it. It snorted several times in fear and anger. Astro looked at it, wide-eyed, and finally spoke in awed tones. "By the rings of Saturn, it is!" "Is what?" asked Tom. "The same tyranno I blasted when I was a kid, the one that trapped me in the cave!" "Impossible!" snorted Roger.
Sinclair," he called, a smile on his lined, weather-beaten face. "Have a good trip?" "Fine trip, George," replied Sinclair, climbing out of the ship. "I want you to meet some friends of mine. Space Cadets Tom Corbett, Roger Manning, and Astro. They're going to stay with us during their summer leave while they hunt for tyranno. Boys, this is my foreman, George Hill."
I'd hate to be the tyranno that crosses your path!" The boys grinned. "Thanks for everything, sir," said Tom. "You've been a lot of help." "Think nothing of it, Tom. Just bring back a pair of tyranno scalps!" "Where are Mr. and Mrs. Hill?" asked Astro. "We'd like to say good-by to them." "They left before you got up," replied Sinclair. "They're taking a few days off for a visit to Venusport."
The two boys had become jungle-wise quickly and knew that death lurked behind the wall of green surrounding the cleared area. "It must have been some fight!" Connel pointed to the tracks of the tyrannosaurus. "The tyranno must have stumbled on the snake while it was feeding," said Connel. "Otherwise it would have lit out for that tree over there."
He ran his fingers along Roger's spine, feeling the bones one by one through the skin-tight jungle suit. Finally he straightened and shook his head. "I can't tell anything," he said. "We'll have to take him back to Sinclair's right away." He stood up. "I'll make a stretcher for him. Meanwhile, you go after that tyranno and finish him off. He's pretty far gone, but you never can tell."
Connel saw the great bloodstains left by the tyrannosaurus and cautioned the two cadets. "This tyranno is wounded pretty badly. It might be heading back for its lair, but it might not make it, and stop along the way. Be careful and keep your eyes open for any sign that he might have " Connel was stopped by Tom's sudden cry. "Major! Look!" Connel turned and stared.
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