Chapter 5

The steaks we had that night, and they were fine; and the following morning we

tasted the broth. It seemed odd to be eating a creature that should, by all the

laws of paleontology, have been extinct for several million years. It gave one

a feeling of newness that was almost embarrassing, although it didn’t seem to

embarrass our appetites. Olson ate until I thought he would burst.

The girl ate with us that night at the little officers’ mess just back of the

torpedo compartment. The narrow table was unfolded; the four stools were set

out; and for the first time in days we sat down to eat, and for the first time

in weeks we had something to eat other than the monotony of the short rations

of an impoverished U-boat. Nobs sat between the girl and me and was fed with

morsels of the Plesiosaurus steak, at the risk of forever contaminating his

manners. He looked at me sheepishly all the time, for he knew that no well-bred

dog should eat at table; but the poor fellow was so wasted from improper food

that I couldn’t enjoy my own meal had he been denied an immediate share in it;

and anyway Lys wanted to feed him. So there you are.

Lys was coldly polite to me and sweetly gracious to Bradley and Olson. She

wasn’t of the gushing type, I knew; so I didn’t expect much from her and was

duly grateful for the few morsels of attention she threw upon the floor to me.

We had a pleasant meal, with only one unfortunate occurrence—when Olson

suggested that possibly the creature we were eating was the same one that ate

the German. It was some time before we could persuade the girl to continue her

meal, but at last Bradley prevailed upon her, pointing out that we had come

upstream nearly forty miles since the boche had been seized, and that during

that time we had seen literally thousands of these denizens of the river,

indicating that the chances were very remote that this was the same Plesiosaur.

“And anyway,” he concluded, “it was only a scheme of Mr. Olson’s to get all the

steaks for himself.”

We discussed the future and ventured opinions as to what lay before us; but we

could only theorize at best, for none of us knew. If the whole land was

infested by these and similar horrid monsters, life would be impossible upon

it, and we decided that we would only search long enough to find and take

aboard fresh water and such meat and fruits as might be safely procurable and

then retrace our way beneath the cliffs to the open sea.

And so at last we turned into our narrow bunks, hopeful, happy and at peace

with ourselves, our lives and our God, to awaken the following morning

refreshed and still optimistic. We had an easy time getting away—as we learned

later, because the saurians do not commence to feed until late in the morning.

From noon to midnight their curve of activity is at its height, while from dawn

to about nine o’clock it is lowest. As a matter of fact, we didn’t see one of

them all the time we were getting under way, though I had the cannon raised to

the deck and manned against an assault. I hoped, but I was none too sure, that

shells might discourage them. The trees were full of monkeys of all sizes and

shades, and once we thought we saw a manlike creature watching us from the

depth of the forest.

Shortly after we resumed our course upstream, we saw the mouth of another and

smaller river emptying into the main channel from the south—that is, upon our

right; and almost immediately after we came upon a large island five or six

miles in length; and at fifty miles there was a still larger river than the

last coming in from the northwest, the course of the main stream having now

changed to northeast by southwest. The water was quite free from reptiles, and

the vegetation upon the banks of the river had altered to more open and

parklike forest, with eucalyptus and acacia mingled with a scattering of tree

ferns, as though two distinct periods of geologic time had overlapped and

merged. The grass, too, was less flowering, though there were still gorgeous

patches mottling the greensward; and lastly, the fauna was less multitudinous.

Six or seven miles farther, and the river widened considerably; before us

opened an expanse of water to the farther horizon, and then we sailed out upon

an inland sea so large that only a shore-line upon our side was visible to us.

The waters all about us were alive with life. There were still a few reptiles;

but there were fish by the thousands, by the millions.

The water of the inland sea was very warm, almost hot, and the atmosphere was

hot and heavy above it. It seemed strange that beyond the buttressed walls of

Caprona icebergs floated and the south wind was biting, for only a gentle

breeze moved across the face of these living waters, and that was damp and

warm. Gradually, we commenced to divest ourselves of our clothing, retaining

only sufficient for modesty; but the sun was not hot. It was more the heat of a

steam-room than of an oven.

We coasted up the shore of the lake in a north-westerly direction, sounding all

the time. We found the lake deep and the bottom rocky and steeply shelving

toward the center, and once when I moved straight out from shore to take other

soundings we could find no bottom whatsoever. In open spaces along the shore we

caught occasional glimpses of the distant cliffs, and here they appeared only a

trifle less precipitous than those which bound Caprona on the seaward side. My

theory is that in a far distant era Caprona was a mighty mountain—perhaps the

world’s mightiest mountain—and that in some titanic eruption volcanic action

blew off the entire crest, blew thousands of feet of the mountain upward and

outward and onto the surrounding continent, leaving a great crater; and then,

possibly, the continent sank as ancient continents have been known to do,

leaving only the summit of Caprona above the sea. The encircling walls, the

central lake, the hot springs which feed the lake, all point to such a

conclusion, and the fauna and the flora bear indisputable evidence that Caprona

was once part of some great land-mass.

As we cruised up along the coast, the landscape continued a more or less open

forest, with here and there a small plain where we saw animals grazing. With my

glass I could make out a species of large red deer, some antelope and what

appeared to be a species of horse; and once I saw the shaggy form of what might

have been a monstrous bison. Here was game a plenty! There seemed little danger

of starving upon Caprona. The game, however, seemed wary; for the instant the

animals discovered us, they threw up their heads and tails and went cavorting

off, those farther inland following the example of the others until all were

lost in the mazes of the distant forest. Only the great, shaggy ox stood his

ground. With lowered head he watched us until we had passed, and then continued

feeding.

About twenty miles up the coast from the mouth of the river we encountered low

cliffs of sandstone, broken and tortured evidence of the great upheaval which

had torn Caprona asunder in the past, intermingling upon a common level the

rock formations of widely separated eras, fusing some and leaving others

untouched.

We ran along beside them for a matter of ten miles, arriving off a broad cleft

which led into what appeared to be another lake. As we were in search of pure

water, we did not wish to overlook any portion of the coast, and so after

sounding and finding that we had ample depth, I ran the _U_-33 between

head-lands into as pretty a landlocked harbor as sailormen could care to see,

with good water right up to within a few yards of the shore. As we cruised

slowly along, two of the boches again saw what they believed to be a man, or

manlike creature, watching us from a fringe of trees a hundred yards inland,

and shortly after we discovered the mouth of a small stream emptying into the

bay. It was the first stream we had found since leaving the river, and I at

once made preparations to test its water. To land, it would be necessary to run

the _U_-33 close in to the shore, at least as close as we could, for even

these waters were infested, though, not so thickly, by savage reptiles. I

ordered sufficient water let into the diving-tanks to lower us about a foot,

and then I ran the bow slowly toward the shore, confident that should we run

aground, we still had sufficient lifting force to free us when the water should

be pumped out of the tanks; but the bow nosed its way gently into the reeds and

touched the shore with the keel still clear.

My men were all armed now with both rifles and pistols, each having plenty of

ammunition. I ordered one of the Germans ashore with a line, and sent two of my

own men to guard him, for from what little we had seen of Caprona, or Caspak as

we learned later to call the interior, we realized that any instant some new

and terrible danger might confront us. The line was made fast to a small tree,

and at the same time I had the stern anchor dropped.

As soon as the boche and his guard were aboard again, I called all hands on

deck, including von Schoenvorts, and there I explained to them that the time

had come for us to enter into some sort of an agreement among ourselves that

would relieve us of the annoyance and embarrassment of being divided into two

antagonistic parts—prisoners and captors. I told them that it was obvious our

very existence depended upon our unity of action, that we were to all intent

and purpose entering a new world as far from the seat and causes of our own

world-war as if millions of miles of space and eons of time separated us from

our past lives and habitations.

“There is no reason why we should carry our racial and political hatreds into

Caprona,” I insisted. “The Germans among us might kill all the English, or the

English might kill the last German, without affecting in the slightest degree

either the outcome of even the smallest skirmish upon the western front or the

opinion of a single individual in any belligerent or neutral country. I

therefore put the issue squarely to you all; shall we bury our animosities and

work together with and for one another while we remain upon Caprona, or must we

continue thus divided and but half armed, possibly until death has claimed the

last of us? And let me tell you, if you have not already realized it, the

chances are a thousand to one that not one of us ever will see the outside

world again. We are safe now in the matter of food and water; we could

provision the _U_-33 for a long cruise; but we are practically out of

fuel, and without fuel we cannot hope to reach the ocean, as only a submarine

can pass through the barrier cliffs. What is your answer?” I turned toward von

Schoenvorts.

He eyed me in that disagreeable way of his and demanded to know, in case they

accepted my suggestion, what their status would be in event of our finding a

way to escape with the _U_-33. I replied that I felt that if we had all

worked loyally together we should leave Caprona upon a common footing, and to

that end I suggested that should the remote possibility of our escape in the

submarine develop into reality, we should then immediately make for the nearest

neutral port and give ourselves into the hands of the authorities, when we

should all probably be interned for the duration of the war. To my surprise he

agreed that this was fair and told me that they would accept my conditions and

that I could depend upon their loyalty to the common cause.

I thanked him and then addressed each one of his men individually, and each

gave me his word that he would abide by all that I had outlined. It was further

understood that we were to act as a military organization under military rules

and discipline—I as commander, with Bradley as my first lieutenant and Olson as

my second, in command of the Englishmen; while von Schoenvorts was to act as an

additional second lieutenant and have charge of his own men. The four of us

were to constitute a military court under which men might be tried and

sentenced to punishment for infraction of military rules and discipline, even

to the passing of the death-sentence.

I then had arms and ammunition issued to the Germans, and leaving Bradley and

five men to guard the _U_-33, the balance of us went ashore. The first

thing we did was to taste the water of the little stream—which, to our delight,

we found sweet, pure and cold. This stream was entirely free from dangerous

reptiles, because, as I later discovered, they became immediately dormant when

subjected to a much lower temperature than 70 degrees Fahrenheit. They dislike

cold water and keep as far away from it as possible. There were countless

brook-trout here, and deep holes that invited us to bathe, and along the bank

of the stream were trees bearing a close resemblance to ash and beech and oak,

their characteristics evidently induced by the lower temperature of the air

above the cold water and by the fact that their roots were watered by the water

from the stream rather than from the warm springs which we afterward found in

such abundance elsewhere.

Our first concern was to fill the water tanks of the _U_-33 with fresh

water, and that having been accomplished, we set out to hunt for game and

explore inland for a short distance. Olson, von Schoenvorts, two Englishmen and

two Germans accompanied me, leaving ten to guard the ship and the girl. I had

intended leaving Nobs behind, but he got away and joined me and was so happy

over it that I hadn’t the heart to send him back. We followed the stream upward

through a beautiful country for about five miles, and then came upon its source

in a little boulder-strewn clearing. From among the rocks bubbled fully twenty

ice-cold springs. North of the clearing rose sandstone cliffs to a height of

some fifty to seventy-five feet, with tall trees growing at their base and

almost concealing them from our view. To the west the country was flat and

sparsely wooded, and here it was that we saw our first game—a large red deer.

It was grazing away from us and had not seen us when one of my men called my

attention to it. Motioning for silence and having the rest of the party lie

down, I crept toward the quarry, accompanied only by Whitely. We got within a

hundred yards of the deer when he suddenly raised his antlered head and pricked

up his great ears. We both fired at once and had the satisfaction of seeing the

buck drop; then we ran forward to finish him with our knives. The deer lay in a

small open space close to a clump of acacias, and we had advanced to within

several yards of our kill when we both halted suddenly and simultaneously.

Whitely looked at me, and I looked at Whitely, and then we both looked back in

the direction of the deer.

“Blime!” he said. “Wot is hit, sir?”

“It looks to me, Whitely, like an error,” I said; “some assistant god who had

been creating elephants must have been temporarily transferred to the

lizard-department.”

“Hi wouldn’t s’y that, sir,” said Whitely; “it sounds blasphemous.”

“It is no more blasphemous than that thing which is swiping our meat,” I

replied, for whatever the thing was, it had leaped upon our deer and was

devouring it in great mouthfuls which it swallowed without mastication. The

creature appeared to be a great lizard at least ten feet high, with a huge,

powerful tail as long as its torso, mighty hind legs and short forelegs. When

it had advanced from the wood, it hopped much after the fashion of a kangaroo,

using its hind feet and tail to propel it, and when it stood erect, it sat upon

its tail. Its head was long and thick, with a blunt muzzle, and the opening of

the jaws ran back to a point behind the eyes, and the jaws were armed with long

sharp teeth. The scaly body was covered with black and yellow spots about a

foot in diameter and irregular in contour. These spots were outlined in red

with edgings about an inch wide. The underside of the chest, body and tail were

a greenish white.

“Wot s’y we pot the bloomin’ bird, sir?” suggested Whitely.

I told him to wait until I gave the word; then we would fire simultaneously, he

at the heart and I at the spine.

“Hat the ’eart, sir—yes, sir,” he replied, and raised his piece to his

shoulder.

Our shots rang out together. The thing raised its head and looked about until

its eyes rested upon us; then it gave vent to a most appalling hiss that rose

to the crescendo of a terrific shriek and came for us.

“Beat it, Whitely!” I cried as I turned to run.

We were about a quarter of a mile from the rest of our party, and in full sight

of them as they lay in the tall grass watching us. That they saw all that had

happened was evidenced by the fact that they now rose and ran toward us, and at

their head leaped Nobs. The creature in our rear was gaining on us rapidly when

Nobs flew past me like a meteor and rushed straight for the frightful reptile.

I tried to recall him, but he would pay no attention to me, and as I couldn’t

see him sacrificed, I, too, stopped and faced the monster. The creature

appeared to be more impressed with Nobs than by us and our firearms, for it

stopped as the Airedale dashed at it growling, and struck at him viciously with

its powerful jaws.

Nobs, though, was lightning by comparison with the slow thinking beast and

dodged his opponent’s thrust with ease. Then he raced to the rear of the

tremendous thing and seized it by the tail. There Nobs made the error of his

life. Within that mottled organ were the muscles of a Titan, the force of a

dozen mighty catapults, and the owner of the tail was fully aware of the

possibilities which it contained. With a single flip of the tip it sent poor

Nobs sailing through the air a hundred feet above the ground, straight back

into the clump of acacias from which the beast had leaped upon our kill—and

then the grotesque thing sank lifeless to the ground.

Olson and von Schoenvorts came up a minute later with their men; then we all

cautiously approached the still form upon the ground. The creature was quite

dead, and an examination resulted in disclosing the fact that Whitely’s bullet

had pierced its heart, and mine had severed the spinal cord.

“But why didn’t it die instantly?” I exclaimed.

“Because,” said von Schoenvorts in his disagreeable way, “the beast is so

large, and its nervous organization of so low a caliber, that it took all this

time for the intelligence of death to reach and be impressed upon the minute

brain. The thing was dead when your bullets struck it; but it did not know it

for several seconds—possibly a minute. If I am not mistaken, it is an

Allosaurus of the Upper Jurassic, remains of which have been found in Central

Wyoming, in the suburbs of New York.”

An Irishman by the name of Brady grinned. I afterward learned that he had

served three years on the traffic-squad of the Chicago police force.

I had been calling Nobs in the meantime and was about to set out in search of

him, fearing, to tell the truth, to do so lest I find him mangled and dead

among the trees of the acacia grove, when he suddenly emerged from among the

boles, his ears flattened, his tail between his legs and his body screwed into

a suppliant S. He was unharmed except for minor bruises; but he was the most

chastened dog I have ever seen.

We gathered up what was left of the red deer after skinning and cleaning it,

and set out upon our return journey toward the U-boat. On the way Olson, von

Schoenvorts and I discussed the needs of our immediate future, and we were

unanimous in placing foremost the necessity of a permanent camp on shore. The

interior of a U-boat is about as impossible and uncomfortable an abiding-place

as one can well imagine, and in this warm climate, and in warm water, it was

almost unendurable. So we decided to construct a palisaded camp.