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ghts should double that。 I see no reason to bother with children's pets； which I'm told Lew Dodgson thinks we're planning to make。〃
〃Twenty billion dollars a year；〃 Wu said softly； shaking his head。
〃That's speaking conservatively；〃 Hammond said。 He smiled。 〃There's no reason to speculate wildly。 More ice cream； Henry？〃
〃Did you find him？〃 Arnold snapped； when the guard walked into the control room。
〃No； Mr。 Arnold。〃
〃Find him。〃
〃I don't think he's in the building； Mr。 Arnold。〃
〃Then look in the lodge；〃 Arnold said； 〃look in the maintenance buildIng； look in the utility shed； look everywhere； but just find him。〃
〃The thing is 。 。 。〃 The guard hesitated。 〃Mr。 Nedry's the fat man； is that right？〃
〃That's right；〃 Arnold said。 〃He's fat。 A fat slob。〃
〃Well； Jimmy down in the main lobby said he saw the fat man go into the garage。〃
Muldoon spun around。 〃Into the garage？ When？〃
〃About ten； fifteen minutes ago。〃
〃Jesus；〃 Muldoon said。
The Jeep screeched to a stop。 〃Sorry；〃 Harding said。
In the headlamps； Ellie saw a herd of apatosaurs lumbering across the road。 There were six animals； each the size of a house； and a baby as large as a full…grown horse。 The apatosaurs moved in unhurried silence； never looking toward the Jeep and its glowing headlamps。 At one point； the baby stopped to lap water from a puddle in the road； then moved on。
A parable herd of elephants would have been startled by the arrival of a car； would have trumpeted and circled to protect the baby。 But these animals showed no fear。 〃Don't they see us？〃 she said。
〃Not exactly； no；〃 Harding said。 〃Of course； in a literal sense they do see us； but we don't really mean anything to them。 We hardly ever take cars out at night； and so they have no experience of them。 We are just a strange； smelly object in their environment。 Representing no threat； and therefore no interest。 I've occasionally been out at night； visiting a sick animal； and on my way back these fellows blocked the road for an hour or more。
〃What do you do？〃
Harding grinned。 〃Play a recorded tyrannosaur roar。 That gets them moving。 Not that they care much about tyrannosaurs。 These apatosaurs are so big they don't really have any predators。 They can break a tyrannosaur's neck with a swipe of their tail。 And they know it。 So does the tyrannosaur。〃
〃But they do see us。 I mean； if we were to get out of the car 。 。 。〃
Harding shrugged。 〃They probably wouldn't react。 Dinosaurs have excellent visual acuity； but they have a basic amphibian visual system： it's attuned to movement。 They don't see unmoving things well at all。〃
The animals moved on； their skin glistening in the rain。 Harding put the car in gear。 〃I think we can continue now；〃 he said。
Wu said； 〃I suspect you may find there are pressures on your park； just as there are pressures on Genentech's drugs。〃 He and Hammond had moved to the living room； and they were now watching the storm lash the big glass windows。
〃I can't see how；〃 Hammond said。
〃The scientists may wish to constrain you。 Even to stop you。
〃Well； they can't do that； 〃 Hammond said。 He shook his finger at Wu。 〃You know why the scientists would try to do that？ It's because they want to do research； of course。 That's all they ever want to do； is research。 Not to acplish anything。 Not to make any progress。 Just do research。 Well； they have a surprise ing to them。〃
〃I wasn't thinking of that；〃 Wu said。
Hammond sighed。 〃I'm sure it would be interesting for the scientists； to do research。 But you arrive at the point where these animals are simply too expensive to be used for research。 This is wonderful technology； Henry； but it's also frightfully expensive technology。 The fact is； it can only be supported as entertainment。〃 Hammond shrugged。 〃That's just the way it is。〃
〃But if there are attempts to close down…〃
〃Face the damn facts； Henry；〃 Hammond said irritably。 〃This isn't America。 This isn't even Costa Rica。 This is my island。 I own it。 And nothing is going to stop me from opening Jurassic Park to all the children of the world。〃 He chuckled。 〃Or； at least； to the rich ones。 And I tell you； they'll love it。〃
In the back seat of the Jeep； Ellie Sattler stared out the window。 They had been driving through rain…drenched jungle for the last twenty minutes； and had seen nothing since the apatosaurs crossed the road。
〃We're near the jungle river now；〃 Harding said； as he drove。 〃It's off there somewhere to our left。〃
Abruptly he slammed on the brakes again； The car skidded to a stop in front of a flock of small green animals。 〃Well； you're getting quite a show tonight；〃 he said。 〃Those are pys。〃
Propsognathids； Ellie thought； wishing that Grant were here to see them。 This was the animal they had seen in the fax； back in Montana。 The little dark green propsognathids scurried to the other side of the road； then squatted on their hind legs to look at the car； chattering briefly； before hurrying onward into the night。
〃Odd；〃 Harding said。 〃Wonder where they're off to？ pys don't usually move at night； you know。 They climb up in a tree and wait for daylight。〃
〃Then why are they out now？〃 Ellie said。
〃I can't imagine。 You know pys are scavengers； like buzzards。 They're attracted to a dying animal； and they have tremendously sensitive smell。 They can smell a dying animal for miles。〃
〃Then they're going to a dying animal？〃
〃Dying； or already dead。〃
〃Should we follow them？〃 Ellie said。
〃I'd be curious；〃 Harding said。 〃Yes； why not？ Let's go see where they're going。
He turned the car around； and headed back toward the pys。
Tim
Tim Murphy lay in the Land Cruiser； his cheek pressed against the car door handle。 He drifted slowly back to consciousness。 He wanted only to sleep。 He shifted his position； and felt the pain in his cheekbone where it lay against the metal door。 His whole body ached。 His arms and his legs and most of all his head…there was a terrible pounding pain in his head。 All the pain made him want to go back to sleep。
He pushed himself up on one elbow； opened his eyes； and retched； vomiting all over his shirt。 He tasted sour bile and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand。 His head throbbed； he felt dizzy and seasick； as if the world were moving； as if he were rocking back and forth on a boat。
Tim groaned； and rolled onto his back； turning away from the puddle of vomit。 The pain in his head made him breathe in short； shallow gasps。 And he still felt sick； as if everything were moving。 He opened his eyes and looked around； trying to get his bearings。
He was inside the Land Cruiser。 But the car must have flipped over on its side； because he was lying on his back against the passenger door； looking up at the steering wheel and beyond； at the branches of a tree； moving in the wind。 The rain had nearly stopped； but water drops still fell on him through the broken front windshield。
He stared curiously at the fragments of glass。 He couldn't remember how the windshield had broken。 He couldn't remember anything except that they had been parked on the road and he had been talking to Dr。 Grant when the tyrannosaur came toward them。 That was the last thing he remembered。
He felt sick again； and closed his eyes until the nausea passed。 He was aware of a rhythmic creaking sound； like the rigging of a boat。 Dizzy and sick to his stomach； he really felt as if the whole car were moving beneath him。 But when he opened his eyes again； he saw it was true…the Land Cruiser was moving； lying on its side； swaying back and forth。
The whole car was moving。
Tentatively； Tim rose to his feet。 Standing on the passenger door； he peered over the dashboard； looking out through the shattered windshield。 At first he saw only dense foliage； moving in the wind。 But here and there he could see gaps； and beyond the foliage； the ground was…
The ground was twenty feet below him。
He stared unprehendingly。 The Land Cruiser was lying on its side in the branches of a large tree； twenty feet above the ground； swaying back and forth in the wind。
〃Oh shit；〃 he said。 What was he going to do？ He stood on his tiptoes and peered out； trying to see better； grabbing the steering wheel for support。 The wheel spun free in his hand； and with a loud crack the Land Cruiser shifted position； dropping a few feet in the branches of the tree。 He looked down through the shattered glass of the passenger…door window at the ground below。
〃Oh shit。 Oh shit。〃 He kept repeating it。 〃Oh shit。 Oh shit。〃
Another loud crack…the Land Cruiser jolted down another foot。
He had to get out of here。
He looked down at his feet。 He was standing on the door handle。 He crouched back down on his bands and knees to look at the handle。 He couldn't see very well in the dark； but he could tell that the door was dented outward so the handle couldn't turn。 He'd never get the door open。 He tried to roll the window down； but the window was stuck； too。 Then he thought of the back door。 Maybe he could open that。 He leaned over the front seat； and the Land Cruiser lurched with the shift in weight。
Carefully； Tim reached back and twisted the handle on the rear door。
It was stuck； too。
How was he going to get out？
He heard a snorting sound and looked down。 A dark shape passed below him。 It wasn't the tyrannosaur。 This shape was tubby and it made a kind of snuffling as it waddled along。 The tail flopped back and forth； and Tim could see the long spikes。
It was the stegosaur； apparently recovered from its illness。 Tim wondered where the other people were： Gennaro and Sattler and the vet。 He had last seen them near the stegosaur。 How long ago was that？ He looked at his watch； but the face was cracked； he couldn't see the numbers。 He took the watch off and tossed it aside。
The stegosaur snuffled and moved on。 Now the only sound was the wind in the trees； and the creaking of the Land Cruiser as it shifted back and forth。
He had to get out of here。
Tim grabbed the handle； tried to force it； but it was stuck solid。 It wouldn't move at all。 Then he realized what was wrong： the rear door was locked！ Tim pulled up the pin and twisted the handle。 The rear door swung open； downward…and came to rest against the branch a few feet below。
The opening was narrow； but Tim thought he could wriggle through it。 Holding his breath； he crawled slowly back into the rear seat。 The Land Cruiser creaked； but held its position。 Gripping the doorposts on both sides； Tim slowly lowered himself down； through the narrow angled opening of the door。 Soon he was lying flat on his stomach on the slanted door； his legs sticking out of the car。 He kicked in the air…his feet touched something solid…a branch…and he rested his weight on it。
As soon as he did； the branch bent down and the door swung wider； spilling him out of the Land Cruiser； and he fell…leaves scratching his face…his body bouncing from branch to branch…a jolt…searing pain； bright light in his head…
He slammed to a stop； the wind knocked from him。 Tim lay doubled over a large branch； his stomach burning pain。
Tim heard another crack and looked up at the Land Cruiser； a big dark shape five feet above him。
Another crack。 The car shifted。
Tim forced himself to move； to climb down。 He used to like to climb trees。 He was a good tree…climber。 And this was a good tree to climb； the branches spaced close together； almost like a staircase。 。 。 。
Crackkkk 。 。 。
The car was definitely moving。
Tim scrambled downward； slipping over the wet branches； feeling sticky sap on his hands； hurrying。 He had not descended more than a few feet when the Land Cruiser creaked a final time； and then slowly； very slowly； nosed over。 Tim could see the big green grille and the front headlights swinging down at him； and then the Land Cruiser fell free； gaining momentum as it rushed toward him； slamming against the branch where Tim had just been…
And it stopped。
His face just inches from the dented grille； bent inward like an evil mouth； headlamps for eyes。 Oil dripped on Tim's face。
He was still twelve feet above the ground。 He reached down； found another