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The most Wonderful Things have Happened
AtthesameinstantIheardthecrashofLordJohn’selephant-gun,and,lookingup,sawoneofthecreatureswithabrokenwingstrugglingupontheground,spittingandgurglingatuswithawide-openedbeakandblood-shot,goggledeyes,likesomedevilinamedievalpicture.Itscomradeshadflownhigheratthesuddensound,andwerecirclingaboveourheads.
"Now,"criedLordJohn,"nowforourlives!"
Westaggeredthroughthebrushwood,andevenaswereachedthetreestheharpieswereonusagain.Summerleewasknockeddown,butwetorehimupandrushedamongthetrunks.Oncethereweweresafe,forthosehugewingshadnospacefortheirsweepbeneaththebranches.Aswelimpedhomewards,sadlymauledanddiscomfited,wesawthemforalongtimeflyingatagreatheightagainstthedeepblueskyaboveourheads,soaringroundandround,nobiggerthanwood-pigeons,withtheireyesnodoubtstillfollowingourprogress.Atlast,however,aswereachedthethickerwoodstheygaveupthechase,andwesawthemnomore.
"Amostinterestingandconvincingexperience,"saidChallenger,aswehaltedbesidethebrookandhebathedaswollenknee."Weareexceptionallywellinformed,Summerlee,astothehabitsoftheenragedpterodactyl."
Summerleewaswipingthebloodfromacutinhisforehead,whileIwastyingupanastystabinthemuscleoftheneck.LordJohnhadtheshoulderofhiscoattornaway,butthecreature’steethhadonlygrazedtheflesh.
