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So when you three came along and said you were deliberately hunting for a tyrannosaurus, they got worried." "Worried?" asked Roger. "Why?" "They thought you were actually hunting or investigating them, and when I started nosing around, they were sure. That's why Sinclair ordered his boys to burn down his plantation to try to throw us off the track.
In a few seconds the snake was dead and the tyrannosaurus began to feast. Astro stayed in the thicket, watching the monster devour nearly all of the dead reptile foe and then rise up and move off through the jungle. Astro knew that in no time the scavengers of the jungle would be swarming over the remains of the snake. Once again he had to move. Getting out of the thicket was painful.
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.
Sinclair and George smoked contentedly, Mrs. Hill brought out some needle point, and the three cadets rested in comfortable contour chairs. They chatted idly, stopping only to listen to the wild calls of birds and animals out in the jungle as George, or Sinclair, identified them all. George told of his experiences on tyrannosaurus hunts, and Astro described his method of hunting as a boy.
"What are you doing here?" "My name is Astro," replied the big cadet boldly. "I'm a Space Cadet, Polaris unit, Space Academy, U.S.A. I'm here in the jungle with the rest of my unit hunting tyrannosaurus." "Tyranno, eh?" queried the man. "How long have you been trailing this one?" "Just today. I saw him fight a big snake and lost my jungle gear in a thicket where I was hiding.
"We're going hunting," replied Astro. "Hunting?" "Yes, sir," gulped the big Venusian. "For tyrannosaurus." Strong's jaw dropped and he sat down suddenly on the nearest acceleration cushion. "I expected something a little strange from you three whiz kids." He laughed. "It would be impossible for you to go home and relax for a month. But this blasts me! Hunting for a tyrannosaurus!
"Space Cadets?" Connel looked at the planter quizzically. "Yes, nice young chaps. Corbett, Manning, and a big fellow named Astro. They're out in the jungle now hunting for tyrannosaurus. I met them through a friend in Venusport and invited them to use my house as a base of operations. Do you know them?" Connel nodded. "Very well. Finest cadet unit at the Academy.
"Oh, yes," mumbled Sinclair, "the Solar Guard. Of course." Connel got up abruptly. "I would appreciate it if you would look after our ship, though," he said. "I don't think we'll be longer than a week. Shouldn't be hard to track a tyrannosaurus, especially if it's wounded." "I suppose you have all the equipment you need," said Sinclair. "Yes, thank you," replied Connel. Then, thanking Mrs.
As you know, the cadets had quite a time with a tyrannosaurus. They wounded it and it might still be dangerous. That is, more dangerous than normally. I've got orders to track him down and finish him off." "But I thought you said you were going to put a stop to this business with the Nationalists," said the planter. "I said the Solar Guard would, Sinclair."
"Take cover!" Tom and Roger darted to one side of the trail while Connel dived for the other. Taking cover behind a tree, the boys turned and pointed their rifles down the trail. They saw that the tyrannosaurus had already covered half the distance between them. "Aim for the legs!" shouted Connel, from his place of concealment. "Don't try for a head shot! He's moving too fast!
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