The Lost World Page #2

- unless it happens to step on us.

Great guns!

We can't get back!

We're prisoners

- exactly like Maple White!

What are you thinking of, Paula

- in this lost world of ours?

I was thinking if my father were still alive

- he would have seen our fire - and come to us.

An Allosaurus - a meat-eater -

the most vicious pest of the ancient world.

Jocko will be mighty lonesome

down here without Miss Paula.

- he climbed that big rock this morning to get

to her - he can't bear that girl out of his sight!

I have an idea! After supper bring

all those hammocks into the tent!

Now that we've found these caves we

could live here the rest of our lives -

if we had some weapon capable

of making a dent in a dinosaur!

I am now inventing such a weapon.

When I release the tree it will

snap back with terrific force -

--hurling the rock

through the air-

We'll work all night and make enough

ladder to get you in the morning.

Fine! But how in thunder do you expect

to get it up to us?

Bring Miss Paula to call Jocko -

he'll climb anything to get to her!

There's only a small cave above this -

but your father must be

somewhere on the plateau -

it's impossible to get away!

Do you mean we are to be here -

always?

What difference does it make where we are,

Paula - so long as we are - together?

But your engagement to - Gladys?

Paula, dear, we're as cut off from the world and its

obligations and promises as if we were on the moon.

I'm going to ask Professor

Summerlee to marry us.

You know he used to be

a minister.

Go hunt up the professors

- I have something to - tell Paula -.

A lovely specimen!

We'll stalk it and observe its habits!

But this has been going on for hours -

I'm afraid they're lost -

If they get back we must be here to

show them the way to the tunnel opening.

It's their only hope of escape!

The professors and Mr. Malone are safe -

they'll be here in a minute or two!

I certainly hope that mud holds!

I'm Major Hibbard, of the

Brazilian geodetic Survey.

Yesterday I saw a cloud

of smoke over the plateau -

And we smoked out quite a rat, Major!

I'd give my entrie personal fortune to

get that beast to London - alive!

I'll send for men to dredge out this

stream - built a steel cage and a raft -

and when the big rains come next

month, we might float your "rat" out!

Later - In London.

Mr. Edward Malone, through whose efforts this expedition, was financed,

is now superintending the unloading of the monster from the ship we chartered-

The message I have

been expecting has come!

I'll inform you in a moment when and

where the Brontosaurus will be on view!

As we swung the cage out over the dock

the cables broke-

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