The Genial Dinosaur. John Russell Fearn

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      “It’s Herbert!” Joan cried, leaping up. “Who’d have thought it?”

      “Herbert? But I understood you to say that Herbert is a relative of yours— Great heavens, Mrs. Brooks, that thing there is a prehistoric monster, similar to the ones who invaded us two years ago—” The reverend gulped slightly. “I must depart at once, if you’ll forgive me.”

      He snatched at his clerical hat and was through the open french windows into the grounds before Joan could stop him. When she realised what had happened, she gave a cry of dismay.

      “Reverend, come back! I told you to stay here and avoid all chance of being hurt. As it is— Oh, Lor’!” Joan gasped in horror as, in racing for the rear end of the grounds where lay the gate to the main roadway, the portly vicar tripped up suddenly and fell flat on his face.

      This was quite enough for the eighty-ton beast beyond the railings. It had been watching the fleeing figure intently: now the behemoth feet smashed down the rail­ings and the dinosaur thundered towards the shouting, screaming cleric as he struggled to his feet and strove to race onwards again. That he could never make it to the gate was obvious.

      Joan flashed through the french windows and sped across the lawn. She had never run so hard since she’d won the cup in her 800-yard dash in the school sports. She moved diagonally, doing her utmost to put herself between the shouting, stumbling vicar and the onrushing brute who had evidently taken a profound dislike to him.

      “Herbert!” Joan yelled, at the top of her voice. “Herbert—stop! Stop, I say!”

      She gambled everything on the possibility that by some fluke this brute was Herbert, a gamble she would never have taken but for Cliff’s message to her over the phone. And if she were wrong? But it was too late to think of that now, for she was straight in the path of those colossal feet. Her tiny form was all that existed between the angry dinosaur and the scurrying clerics.…

      But the dinosaur slowed down! It even came to a slithering stop, the enormous feet gouging trenches in the smooth grass. Shaking in every limb, Joan stared upwards, past that mighty grey-ridged chest to the vast head. The mouth was as wide as a cavern and from its red depths came ground-shaking roars, either of fury or delight. Joan did not know which. Just at that moment she felt very much inclined to faint.…

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