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imal。 She was too weak to react； even to raise her head。
The last thing she saw was a huge leathery foot landing beside her； shushing in the mud； and a soft snorting sound。 And then suddenly； abruptly； exhaustion overtook her； and Sarah Harding collapsed； and fell onto her back。 Her eyes rolled up into her head； and she lost consciousness。
Dodgson
A few yards up from the shore of the river； Lewis Dodgson climbed into the custom…made jeep Wrangler and slammed the door shut。 Beside him in the passenger seat； Howard King was wringing his hands。 He said； 〃How could you have done that to her？〃
〃Done what？〃 George Baselton said； from the back seat。
Dodgson did not reply。 He turned the key in the ignition。 The engine rumbled to life。 He popped the four…wheel drive into gear and headed up the hill into the jungle； away from the boat at the shore。
〃How could you？〃 King said again； agitated。 〃I mean； Jesus。〃
〃What happened was an accident；〃 Dodgson said。
〃An accident？ An accident？〃
〃That's right； an accident；〃 Dodgson said calmly。 〃She fell overboard。〃
〃I didn't see anything；〃 Baselton said。
King was shaking his head。 〃Jesus； what if somebody es to investigate and … 〃
〃What if they do？〃 Dodgson said； interrupting him。 〃We were in rough seas； she was standing at the bow； a big wave hit us and she was washed overboard。 She couldn't swim very well。 We circled and looked for her； but there was no hope。 A very unfortunate accident。 So what are you concerned about？〃
〃What am I concerned about？〃
〃Yes； Howard。 Exactly what the fuck are you concerned about？〃
〃I saw it； for Christ's sake … 〃
〃No； you didn't；〃 Dodgson said。
〃I didn't see anything；〃 Baselton said。 〃I was down below； the whole time。〃
〃That's fine for you；〃 Howard King said。 〃But what if there's an investigation？〃
The Jeep bounced up the dirt track； moving deeper into the jungle。 〃There won't be；〃 Dodgson said。 〃She left Africa in a hurry； and she didn't tell anybody where she was going。〃
〃How do you know？〃 King whined。
〃Because she told me； Howard。 That's how I know。 Now get the map out and stop moaning。 You knew the deal when you joined me。〃
〃I didn't know you were going to kill somebody； for Christ's sake。〃
〃Howard；〃 Dodgson said； with a sigh。 〃Nothing's going to happen。 Get the map out。〃
〃How do you know？〃 King said。
〃Because I know what I'm doing；〃 Dodgson said。 〃That's why。 Unlike Malcolm and Thorne； who are somewhere on this island； screwing around； doing fuck knows what in this damned jungle。〃
Mention of the others caused a new worry。 Fretting； King said； 〃Maybe we'll run into them。。。。〃
〃No； Howard； we won't。 They'll never even know we're here。 We're only going to be on this island for four hours； remember？ Land at one。 Back on the boat by five。 Back at the port by seven。 Back in San Francisco by midnight。 Bang。 Done。 Finito。 And finally； after all these years； I'll have what I should have had long ago。〃
〃Dinosaur embryos；〃 Baselton said。
〃Embryos？〃 King asked； surprised。
〃Oh； I'm not interested in embryos any more；〃 Dodgson said。 〃Years ago； I tried to get frozen embryos； but there's no reason to bother with embryos now。 I want fertilized eggs。 And in four hours； I'll have them from every species on this island。〃
〃How can you do that in four hours？〃
〃Because I already know the precise location of every dinosaur breeding site on the island。 The map； Howard。〃
King opened the map。 It was a large topographical chart of the island； two feet by three feet； showing terrain elevations in blue contours。 At several places in lowland valleys； there were dense red concentric circles。 In some places； clusters of circles。 〃What's this？〃 King said。
〃Why don't you read what it says；〃 Dodgson said。
King turned the map； and looked at the legend。 〃'Sigma data Landsat/Nordstat mixed spectra VSFR/FASLR/IFFVR。' And then a bunch of numbers。 No； wait。 Dates。〃
〃Correct；〃 Dodgson said。 〃Dates。〃
〃Pass dates？ This is a summary chart； bining data from several satellite passes？〃
〃Correct。〃
King frowned。 〃And it looks like。。。visible spectrum； and false aparture radar； and。。。what？〃
〃Infrared。 Broadband thermal VR。〃 Dodgson smiled。 〃I did all this in about two hours。 Downloaded all the satellite data summarized it； and had the answers I wanted。〃
〃I get it；〃 King said。 〃These red circles are infrared signatures！〃
〃Yes；〃 Dodgson said。 〃Big animals leave big signatures。 I got all the satellite flybys over this island for the last few years； and mapped the location of heat sources。 And the locations overlapped from pass to pass； which is what makes these red concentric marks。 Meaning that the animals tend to be located in these particular places。 Why？〃 He turned to King。 〃Because these are the nesting sites。〃
〃Yes。 They must be；〃 Baselton said。
〃Maybe that's where they eat；〃 King said。
Dodgson shook his head irritably。 〃Obviously； those circles can't be feeding sites。〃
〃Why not？〃
〃Because these animals average twenty tons apiece； that's why。 You get a herd of twenty…ton dinos； and you're talking a bined biomass of more than half a million pounds moving through the forest。 That many big animals are going to eat a lot of plant matter in the course of a day。 And the only way they can do that is by moving。 Right？〃
〃I guess。。。〃
〃You guess？ Look around you； Howard。 Do you see any denuded sections of forest？ No； you don't。 They eat a few leaves from the trees； and move on。 Trust me； these animals have to move to eat。 But what they don't move is their nesting sites。 So these red circles must be nesting sites。〃 He glanced at the map。 〃And unless I'm wrong； the first of the nests is just over this rise； and down the hill on the other side。〃
The Jeep fishtailed in a patch of mud； and ground forward； lurching up the hill。
Mating Calls
Richard Levine stood in the high hide； staring at the herds through binoculars。 Malcolm had gone back to the trailer with the others； leaving Levine alone。 In fact； Levine was relieved to have him gone。 Levine was quite content to make observations on these extraordinary animals； and he was aware that Malcolm did not share his boundless enthusiasm。 Indeed； Malcolm always seemed to have other considerations on his mind。 And Malcolm was notably impatient with the act of observation … he wanted to analyze the data； but he did not want to collect it。
Of course； among scientists； that represented a well…known difference in personality。 Physics was a perfect example。 The experimentalists and the theorists lived in utterly different worlds； passing papers back and forth but sharing little else in mon。 It was almost as if they were in different disciplines。
And for Levine and Malcolm； the difference in their approach had surfaced early； back in the Santa Fe days。 Both men were interested in extinction； but Malcolm approached the subject broadly； from a purely mathematical standpoint。 His detachment； his inexorable formulas； had fascinated Levine； and the two men began an informal exchange over frequent lunches： Levine taught Malcolm paleontology； Malcolm taught Levine nonlinear mathematics。 They began to draw some tentative conclusions which both found exciting。 But they also began to disagree。 More than once they were asked to leave the restaurant； then they would go out into the heat of Guadelupe Street； and walk back toward the river； still shouting at each other； while approaching tourists hurried to the other side of the street。
In the end； their differences came down to personalities。 Malcolm considered Levine pedantic and fussy； preoccupied with petty details。 Levine never saw the big picture。 He never looked at the consequences of his actions。 For his own part； Levine did not hesitate to call Malcolm imperious and detached； indifferent to details。
〃God is in the details；〃 Levine once reminded him。
〃Maybe your God；〃 Malcolm shot back。 〃Not mine。 Mine is in the process。〃
Standing in the high hide； Levine thought that answer was exactly what you would expect from a mathematician。 Levine was quite satisfied that details were everything； at least in biology； and that the most mon failing of his biological colleagues was insufficient attention to detail。
For himself； Levine lived for the details； and he could not ever let them go。 Like the animal that had attacked him with Diego。 Levine thought of it often； turning it over and over again； reliving the events。 Because there was something troubling； some impression that he could not get right。
The animal had attacked quickly； and he had sensed it was a basic theropod form…hind legs； stiff tail； large skull； the usual…but in the brief flash in which he had seen the creature； there seemed to be a peculiarity around the orbits； which made him think of Carnotaurus sastrei。 From the Gorro Frigo formation in Argentina。 And in addition； the skin was extremely unusual； it seemed to be a sort of bright mottled green； but there was something about it。。。
He shrugged。 The troubling idea hung in the back of his mind； but he couldn't get to it。 He 'ust couldn't get it。
Reluctantly； Levine turned his attention to the parasaur herd； browsing by the river； alongside the apatosaurs。 He listened as the parasaurs made their distinctive； low trumpeting sounds。 Levine noticed that most often the parasaurs made a sound of short duration； a kind of rumbling honk。 Sometimes； several animals made this sound at once； or very nearly overlapping； so it seemed to be an audible way of indicating to the herd where all the members were。 Then there was a much longer； more dramatic trumpeting call。 This sound was made infrequently； and only by the two largest animals in the herd； which raised their heads and trumpeted loud and long。 But what did the sound mean？
Standing there in the hot sun； Levine decided to perform a little experiment。 He cupped his hands around his mouth； and imitated the parasaur's trumpeting cry。 It wasn't a very good imitation； but immediately the lead parasaur looked up； turning its head this way and that。 And it gave a low cry； answering Levine。
Levine gave a second call。
Again； the parasaur answered。
Levine was pleased by this response； and made an entry in his notebook。 But when he looked up again； he was surprised to see that the parasaur herd was drifting away from the apatosaurs。 They collected together； formed a single line； and began to walk directly toward the high hide。
Levine started to sweat。
What had he done？ In some bizarre corner of his mind； he wondered if he had imitated a mating cry。 That was all he needed； to attract a randy dinosaur。 Who knew how these animals behaved in mating？ With growing anxiety； he watched them march forward。 Probably； he should call Malcolm； and ask his advice。 But as he thought about it； he realized that by imitating that cry he had interfered with the environment； introduced a new variable。 He had done exactly what he had told Thorne he did not intend to do。 It was thoughtless； of course。 And surely not very important in the scheme of things。 But Malcolm was certain to give him hell about it。
Levine lowered his binoculars and stared。 A deep trumpeting sound reverberated through the air； so loud it hurt his ears。 The ground began to shake； making the high hide sway back and forth precariously。
My God； he thought。 They're ing right for me。 He bent over； and with fumbling fingers； searched his backpack for the radio。
Problems of Evolution
In the trailer； Thorne took the rehydrated meals out of the microwave； and passed the plates around the little table。 Everyone unwrapped them； and began to cat。 Malcolm poked his fork into the food。 〃What is this stuff？〃
〃Herb…baked chicken breast；〃 Thorne said。
Malcolm took a bite； and shook his head。 〃Isn't technology wonderful？〃 he said。 〃They manage to make it taste just like cardboard。〃
Malcolm looked at the two kids seated opposite him； who were eating energetically。 Kelly glanced up at him； and gestured with her fork at the books strapped into a shelf beside the table。 〃One thing I don't understand。〃
〃Only one？〃 Malcolm said。