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around the concrete barrier and on the other side； along with the rain； he heard the sound of gurgling water。 Could it be the ocean？ Nedry hurried forward； his eyes adjusting to the darkness as he went。 Dense jungle on all sides。 Raindrops slapping on the leaves。
The gurgling sound became louder； drawing him forward； and suddenly he came out of the foliage and felt his feet sink into soft earth and saw the dark currents of the river。 The river！ He was at the jungle river！
Damn； he thought。 At the river where？ The river ran for miles through the island。 He looked at his watch again。 Seven minutes gone。 〃You have a problem； Dennis；〃 he said aloud。
As if in reply； there was a soft hooting cry of an owl in the forest。
Nedry hardly noticed； he was worrying about his plan。 The plain fact was that time had run out。 There wasn't a choice any more。 He had to abandon his original plan。 All he could do was go back to the control room； restore the puter； and somehow try to contact Dodgson； to set up the drop at the east dock for the following night。 Nedry would have to scramble to make that work； but he thought he could pull it off。 The puter automatically logged all calls； after Nedry got through to Dodgson； he'd have to go back into the puter and erase the record of the call。 But one thing was sure…he couldn't stay out in the park any longer； or his absence would be noticed。
Nedry started back； heading toward the glow of the car's headlights。 He was drenched and miserable。 He heard the soft booting cry once more； and this time he paused。 That hadn't really sounded like an owl。 And it seemed to be close by； in the jungle somewhere off to his right。
As he listened； he heard a crashing sound in the underbrush。 Then silence。 He waited； and heard it again。 It sounded distinctly like something big； moving slowly through the jungle toward him。
Something big。 Something near。 A big dinosaur。
Get out of here。
Nedry began to run。 He made a lot of noise as he ran； but even so he could hear the animal crashing through the foliage。 And hooting。
It was ing closer。
Stumbling over tree roots in the darkness； clawing his way past dripping branches； he saw the Jeep ahead； and the lights shining around the vertical wall of the barrier made him feel better。 In a moment he'd be in the car and then he'd get the hell out of here。 He scrambled around the barrier and then he froze。
The animal was already there。
But it wasn't close。 The dinosaur stood forty feet away； at the edge of the illumination from the headlamps。 Nedry hadn't taken the tour； so he hadn't seen the different types of dinosaurs； but this one was strange…looking。 The ten…foot…tall body was yellow with black spots； and along the head ran a pair of red V…shaped crests。 The dinosaur didn't move； but again gave its soft hooting cry。
Nedry waited to see if it would attack。 It didn't。 Perhaps the headlights from the Jeep frightened it； forcing it to keep its distance； like a fire。
The dinosaur stared at him and then snapped its head in a single swift motion。 Nedry felt something smack wetly against his chest。 He looked down and saw a dripping glob of foam on his rain…soaked shirt。 He touched it curiously； not prehending。 。 。 。
It was spit。
The dinosaur had spit on him。
It was creepy； he thought。 He looked back at the dinosaur and saw the head snap again； and immediately felt another wet smack against his neck； just above the shirt collar。 He wiped it away with his hand。
Jesus； it was disgusting。 But the skin of his neck was already starting to tingle and burn。 And his hand was tingling； too。 It was almost like he had been touched with acid。
Nedry opened the car door； glancing back at the dinosaur to make sure it wasn't going to attack； and felt a sudden； excruciating pain in his eyes； stabbing like spikes into the back of his skull； and he squeezed his eyes shut and gasped with the intensity of it and threw up his hands to cover his eyes and felt the slippery foam trickling down both sides of his nose。
Spit。
The dinosaur had spit in his eyes。
Even as he realized it； the pain overwhelmed him； and he dropped to his knees； disoriented； wheezing。 He collapsed onto his side； his cheek pressed to the wet ground； his breath ing in thin whistles through the constant； ever…screaming pain that caused flashing spots of light to appear behind his tightly shut eyelids。
The earth shook beneath him and Nedry knew the dinosaur was moving； he could hear its soft hooting cry； and despite the pain he forced his eyes open and still he saw nothing but flashing spots against black。 Slowly the realization came to him。
He was blind。
The hooting was louder as Nedry scrambled to his feet and staggered back against the side panel of the car； as a wave of nausea and dizziness swept over him。 The dinosaur was close now； he could feel it ing close； he was dimly aware of its snorting breath。
But he couldn't see。
He couldn't see anything； and his terror was extreme。
He stretched out his hands； waving them wildly in the air to ward off the attack he knew was ing。
And then there was a new； searing pain； like a fiery knife in his belly； and Nedry stumbled； reaching blindly down to touch the ragged edge of his shirt； and then a thick； slippery mass that was surprisingly warm； and with horror he suddenly knew he was holding his own intestines in his hands。 The dinosaur had torn him open。 His guts had fallen out。
Nedry fell to the ground and landed on something scaly and cold； it was the animal's foot； and then there was new pain on both sides of his head。 The pain grew worse； and as he was lifted to his feet he knew the dinosaur had his head in its jaws； and the horror of that realization was followed by a final wish； that it would all be ended soon。
Bungalow
〃More coffee？〃 Hammond asked politely。
〃No； thank you；〃 Henry Wu said； leaning back in his chair。 〃I couldn't eat anything more。〃 They were sitting in the dining room of Hammond's bungalow； in a secluded corner of the park not far from the labs。 Wu had to admit that the bungalow Hammond had built for himself was elegant； with sparse； almost Japanese lines。 And the dinner had been excellent； considering the dining room wasn't fully staffed yet。
But there was something about Hammond that Wu found troubling。 The old man was different in some way 。 。 。 subtly different。 All during dinner； Wu had tried to decide what it was。 In part； a tendency to ramble； to repeat himself； to retell old stories。 In part； it was an emotional lability； flaring anger one moment； maudlin sentimentality the next。 But all that could be understood as a natural conitant of age。 John Hammond was； after all； almost seventy…seven。
But there was something else。 A stubborn evasiveness。 An insistence on having his way。 And； in the end； a plete refusal to deal with the situation that now faced the park。
Wu had been stunned by the evidence （he did not yet allow himself to believe the case was proved） that the dinosaurs were breeding。 After Grant had asked about amphibian DNA； Wu had intended to go directly to his laboratory and check the puter