The Land of Terror ds-2

by Kenneth Robeson

  The striking thing about the triceratops was the great bony hood extending back from the head. This natural armor protected the neck and fore part of the body.

  The armor was marked with great, fresh gouges. The fearful tyrannosaurus had been engaged in slaying this armored, three-horned vegetation eater for supper. Only the armor had saved the triceratops.

  The three-horned dinosaur was now fleeing madly for its life! But Renny had no way of knowing that. He happened to be directly in the path of the thing. There was no time for a leap sidewise.

  "Only one chance!" Renny gritted — and sprang high into the air, flinging his two-hundred-and-fifty-pound frame directly between the two massive horns set over the dinosaur’s eyes.

  Renny’s hands, each one a gallon of knuckles, clasped the horns. They clung tightly.

  When the hulking beast ran straight forward, not even shaking its vast head, Renny merely hung on. The space between the horns was ample to accommodate him. The smaller lower horn furnished a footrest.

  "If I get off, the thing will turn on me!" Renny reasoned — wrongly.

  This particular dinosaur was a peace lover, despite its formidable looks. Its only idea now was to get away from the terrible tyrannosaurus. Such a small object as Renny clinging to its head bothered it not at all for the time being.

  The steam was dissipating now, and Renny could take in his surroundings. His amazing steed had a bald skin. It reminded Renny of an elephant’s hide, although rougher and thicker. It was hard as sole leather to his touch.

  "A bullet wouldn’t faze the thing!" he decided.

  * * *

  RENNY"S scant knowledge was sufficient to inform him the major portion of this creature’s brain probably lay in its spine. It was even likely the spinal cord served as a brain, a function not uncommon in the prehistoric members of the dinosaur tribe.

  The stampeding beast wallowed through a small body of water without slackening pace. Renny was drenched. He noted the water was very warm, like piping hot coffee. It did not scald, though.

  The breathing of Renny’s conveyance was becoming labored. The thing was short of wind. Renny began to have an unpleasant feeling it would soon stop. He wondered how he would dismount without meeting disaster.

  The problem solved itself.

  Blindly, as unvarying in its wild course as a bullet, the triceratops hit a great tangle of lianas and ferns and small coniferous trees. It gauged through by main strength.

  Renny was left behind, hanging over a vine!

  To this vine Renny clung for a time. He listened. The ground was about seven feet below. Renny didn’t know but what other predatory monsters might be about. He glanced up nervously, fearing sight of the gruesome, batlike flying reptiles.

  Exploring, Renny found he still had his pistol-like machine gun.

  "Wish I had a pocketful of hand grenades too!" he muttered. He dropped down from the liana and set out on the triceratops’s back trail. He found traveling difficult. Clinging creepers and packed ferns interfered.

  Renny had penetrated the thick jungles of the upper Amazon. He had explored in rankest Africa. But he had never seen a jungle which approached this for denseness. Without the path the dinosaur had opened, Renny would have been baffled.

  As it was, he had to be alert steadily, lest he stumble into the waist-deep tracks of the monster.

  He soon noted the unusual character of the growth. Many of the trees were of a type he had never seen before. But others had a familiar look.

  "The ones I don’t recognize became extinct ages ago," he concluded. "The others, more fitted to changing conditions in the outside world, survived."

  Renny chuckled. He felt exhilarated, now that he had escaped with his life.

  "What I mean, this is a sure-enough example of how evolution has worked on the rest of the world!"

  Suddenly came the dismaying knowledge that night had almost arrived.

  Renny was conservative. He knew the safe thing to do.

  "I’ll hunt a tree for the night!" he concluded.

  But he was not fortunate enough to be in a region of tall growth. He saw that climbing any of the small ferns or evergreen trees about him would not give him safety from the hulking dinosaurs.

  He began to run, hoping to reach Doc before darkness. But, as though the very moist, depressively hot air were turning a jet-black ink, night started closing in.

  Sprinting, Renny reached the body of water through which his huge steed had plowed. About to plunge in, he hesitated. A great gurgling arose beyond the enormous rushes that edged the shore. The sound was like huge tanks of water emptying in succession. Then a vast body, which was apparently dunking up and down and making the noises, must have rolled over.

  A miniature tidal wave came boiling inshore. It reached above Renny’s knees! What a monster this prehistoric beast must be!

  Over the rushes suddenly projected what Renny at first took to be the head and neck of a snake. A work-a-day-world serpent magnified a thousandfold! A large barrel could not have held the head!

  For all its snaky look and fantastic size, the head had a peaceful look, though. A repetition of the loud water noises showed that the long, lithe neck was attached to a monster body.

  Slowly, the weird beast came dragging out of the water.

  * * *

  RENNY felt a ticklish sensation in his scalp, which might have been his hair standing on end.

  The thing was longer than a freight car!

  "Good — " Renny spun and fled.

  He knew he had just looked at a member of the family of largest creatures ever to tread the earth. Even the ferocious, meat-eating killer, the tyrannosaurus, was eclipsed by the bulk of this colossus.

  The great reptile he had just seen was a "thunder lizard," or brontosaurus.

  Renny recalled they were popularly supposed to be peaceful giants, haunting the water and feeding on lake plants and shore growth. The theory held by scientists is that they were not meat devourers.

  Renny had no desire to test the accuracy of that theory. Compared to the thunder lizard in size, he was like a mouse beside a fat hog. He didn’t know but what the beast might decide to try a man for a change of diet.

  So Renny ran for all he was worth. The thunder lizard, apparently curious or playful, lumbered after him. The earth shook in a pronounced manner under its incalculable weight.

  Quitting the trail opened by the armor-plated monster which had brought him here, Renny dived into the tangled vegetation. He lost his hundreds of tons of gamboling pursuer.

  "Whew!" He mopped his forehead with both sleeves. "Whew!"

  He felt his way onward, machine gun ready in one hand. So dark had become the night that he could not even see the weapon he held. He halted often to listen to the awful uproar of the night.

  Once a nocturnal fray broke out near by, and the course of the battle brought it directly for Renny! He fled madly. Strong in his nostrils was the fetid, near-suffocating odor of a great carnivore. He knew here was genuine danger! It was another of the monster killers of prehistoric ages, a tyrannosaurus. His parachute had fallen upon one of those!

  Renny crept away, marveling at the variety of ear-splitting sounds emitted by the weird beasts of the crater. He reasoned the things could see somewhat in the darkness. He had noticed the eyes of the reptiles were particularly fitted for vision in restricted light. But in darkness such as this, it was impossible for them to see much. They must hunt largely by the sense of hearing, perhaps some of them with the organ of smell.

  "What a place to have to live in!" he muttered.

  It was only a moment later that fresh disaster overtook him.

  Came a great fluttering sound from above his head! It was as if some one were shaking a large carpet up there.

  "What the — " Then Renny knew what it was. One of the flying reptiles! A pterodactyl — one of the horrors which had disabled their plane!

  Wildly, Renny flung up his gun.

  But before he cou
ld pull the trigger, the gruesome marauder was upon him!

  * * *

  RENNY now got one of the few pleasant surprises of the night. He realized this aлrial, batlike thing was much smaller than the one which had assailed the plane. Probably it was a chick of the species!

  Evading the snapping, toothed beak, Renny clutched with his powerful hands. He got fistfuls of the revolting, membranous wings. The stuff felt like rubber. It was clammy. And a noisome stench accompanied the reptile.

  The beak crunched. It took off the entire back of Renny’s coat!

  Grasping again, Renny secured a hold on the fearsome head. The body of this pterodactyl was about the size of an ostrich’s. Renny put forth a superhuman effort, tossing himself about violently. He succeeded at last in what he was trying to do. He wrung the neck of the flying reptile!

  But the thing did not die immediately! It whipped about, as tenacious of life as the tail of a snake. But Renny had at least stopped its attack. The slow death meant the creature scarcely had a definite brain center. Possibly it depended on its brain so little that it could even go on living for a time with that organ entirely removed!

  "What a place this is!" Renny muttered.

  He lifted the expiring pterodactyl. Its lightness was astounding.

  "Bones hollow and filled with air!" decided Renny, drawing on his scant knowledge of prehistoric life forms.

  He tossed the flying reptile away, took a step sidewise — and froze in horror!

  Another specimen of monster dinosaur was approaching. The struggles of the dying air monster were attracting it!

  Renny retreated hastily. He tried to be silent. But this was impossible in the abyss of darkness.

  He heard the heavy steps of the approaching giant. They sank noisily into the spongy earth, so vast was the weight upon them. At the dying pterodactyl, the steps stopped.

  A ghastly crunching of flesh and popping of chewed bones indicated the flying reptile was being devoured.

  Renny quickened his pace, thinking to escape while the beast was occupied. But he had the misfortune to stumble. His shoulder brushed a bush. There was considerable noise.

  The beast charged!

  The rapidity with which it came showed Renny he could not hope to outrun it. He tried a desperate experiment. Halting, he quickly wrenched off what of his coat had remained after the bite delivered by the gargantuan aлrial reptile.

  Renny carried a waterproof cigarette lighter, although he did not smoke. It was handier than matches. He plucked it out of a pocket. Its tiny flame sprang up. He set fire to his fragment of coat.

  Whirling the coat around his head speeded the fire. In an instant it was a sizable brand.

  He flung it in the face of the charging monster!

  * * *

  AS the flaming cloth gyrated through the air, Renny got a fleeting view of the repellent dinosaur stalking him.

  It had a lizardlike body, armored with great bony plates. It traveled on all fours. Its head was uncouth as that of a mud turtle, but more than a yard in length. The low-slung carcass of the creature, although thin from side to side, was very high.

  Most striking of its characteristics was the double row of huge, horny plates standing on edge down its back. These looked like two lines of monster saw teeth.

  The name of the thing — stegosaur — escaped Renny. Anyway, what interested him at the moment was its reaction to the fire. Would it flee?

  It didn’t!

  Renny realized the colossal reptile did not have the brains to recognize the fire as danger. Pivoting, he ran with all his speed.

  Ferns whipped him. The needled tips of coniferous shrubs gouged at his eyes. Lianas held him back. He tore at the growth with his powerful hands. Suddenly, penetrating that jungle became like burrowing through a stack of green, wet hay.

  Behind him thundered the leviathan of the reptilian world. It seemed to gain as though he were standing still. Great knots of the soggy earth, dug up by its churning feet, fell noisily.

  Renny had been in few tighter spots in his eventful life. He could not outrun this thing. In the darkness, he could not hide effectively — it would smell him out.

  It was now no more than twice Renny’s own length behind him!

  And Renny stumbled and fell!

  That fall was his salvation. A deep trench had brought him down. Evidently it had been opened by the snout of some tremendous rooting dinosaur.

  Renny rolled into the trench!

  The pursuing reptile passed over him! It was as though an earthquake had laid upon the surrounding ground. The earth walls of the trench gave under the vast weight. They caved.

  Renny was buried by the earth!

  He was drawing in a breath of relief when the cave-in came. So he had a quantity of air in his lungs. He held it there. Not a muscle did he move.

  The clumsy reptile turned slowly and came back. The stupid thing did not know what had become of its quarry. It tramped the vicinity for a time, searching.

  Earth pressed in more tightly as it strode somewhere near Renny.

  The big-fisted engineer had held his breath about as long as he could. His lungs felt lead-filled. His ears sang.

  The giant dinosaur lumbered majestically away. It had given up. The earth covering Renny had kept the reptile from scenting him.

  In a near frenzy, such torture was he suffering, Renny squirmed about. He threshed in the soft earth. For a moment he thought he was entombed alive. But the convulsive effort this belief made him put forth, brought him near the surface.

  His head came out into the warm, damp, crater air.

  A ferocious bedlam of snarling and growling greeted him.

  Sharp teeth sank into his body!

  * * *

  Chapter 18. WHERE TIME STOPPED

  MEANWHILE, Doc and his men stood before the charge of the giant creodont, not knowing what strange thing would happen next.

  The thing sprang for Monk. It missed, thanks to Monk’s great leap to one side. Monk’s machine gun hosed a stream of bullets into the side of the animal. This gave them an instant respite. The huge creature turned to bite itself where the bullets had hit, as though it had been jabbed there by thorns.

  The beast was a fierce, deadly killer, even though it did look like a combination of weasel, dog and bear, with possibly a little long-haired elephant for good measure.

  "Beat it, the rest of you!" Monk rapped. "Maybe I can delay the thing long enough for you to reach safety!"

  Monk made a move to step in the path of the charging animal. He was willing to sacrifice himself, if only it would help his friends. This looked like the only thing that would save them.

  "Wait!" Doc’s strong bronze hand stopped Monk.

  "But Doc — " Monk started to object.

  "Dry up — you homely ape!" Doc was actually chuckling in the face of the frightful danger! His tone was calm. His movements, although lightninglike, seemed unhurried.

  "Let’s have your tobacco, Monk!" Doc’s hand suddenly possessed the can of smoking tobacco. So swiftly had it been taken that Monk hardly saw the gesture.

  "Now — pick ‘em up and lay ‘em down!" Doc’s powerful arm propelled Monk in the direction of the nearest tree large enough to furnish safety.

  "Good — good luck, Doc!" Monk muttered. Then he sprinted away at full speed. Monk didn’t see how even Doc’s sovereign powers could prevail over this prehistoric monster.

  Emitting a loud, fierce noise, a combined bark and squeal and snarl, the hybrid behemoth sprang.

  Doc’s sinewy fingers had tweaked open the tobacco tin. In a trice, he had the tobacco clutched, half in either palm. He sprang forward to oppose the giant beast. His arms moved nimbly.

  An effective pinch of the tobacco was jammed into each of the thing’s little eyes. The rest went into its nostrils.

  A swipe of a huge paw laid open Doc’s coat and shirt. But the metallic skin was hardly touched. Doc’s speed was nearly unbelievable.

  Springing away, D
oc raced for safety.

  The prehistoric beast, blinded by the tobacco, its organs of smell temporarily ineffective for the same reason, could only bound about and release its blood-curdling growls.

  Doc joined his friends up a massive fern.

  "Afraid you’ll be without tobacco now," he told Monk.

  Monk grinned admiringly. "I been thinkin’ about quittin’ smokin’ anyway."

  Through a lacelike design of vines and branches, they could see the antics of the monster they had just escaped, thanks to Doc’s ingenuity and marvelous physique. The thing was alternately pawing at its smarting eyes and ramming its repulsive muzzle into the moist, soft earth.

  "There it goes!" Long Tom emitted a sigh of relief as the beast decided to run. It volleyed away with a great uproar.

  "Wonder how Oliver Wording Bittman is making out?" Johnny puzzled. "We haven’t heard a bleat from that tree where we left him."

  "Probably so scared he’s lost his voice," said the sharp-tongued Ham.

  Doc came to Bittman’s defense. "You’ve got to admit he has something to be scared of. Personally, it’s my duty to take care of the man, craven coward though he may become. He saved my father’s life."

  "Sure," said the big-hearted Monk. "Bittman’s nerve was O. K. until we hit this fantastic crater. In fact, it was a continuous source of wonder to me to see how anxious he was to be with us every time we made a move. Remember how be went with us when we tackled Kar? That took nerve. Maybe his courage will return when he gets used to this strange place — if it’s possible to get used to it."

  * * *

  MONK, it seemed, was right.

  Oliver Wording Bittman slid down from his fern-tree perch as they approached. His features were pale, but his big jaw was thrust out in a determined fashion. He fiddled with the skinning scalpel which still decorated his watch chain.

  "I am ashamed of my cowardly performance during the night," he said, embarrassed. "I guess I am not a brave man. At any rate, my courage completely departed at sight of this ghastly world. But I think I have it back, at least in part."