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Grant clapped his band over her mouth。 She struggled to protest。 He shook his head； and pointed over the hill； for her to look。
At the bottom of the hill； Grant saw Ed Regis； standing rigid； unmoving。 The forest around them had bee deadly silent。 The steady background drone of cicadas and frogs had ceased abruptly。 There was only the faint rustle of leaves； and the whine of the wind；
Lex started to speak； but Grant pulled her against the trunk of the nearest tree； ducking down among the heavy gnarled roots at the base。 Tim came in right after them。 Grant put his hands to his lips； signaling them to be quiet； and then he slowly looked around the tree。
The road below was dark； and as the branches of the big trees moved in the wind； the moonlight filtering through made a dappled； shifting pattern。 Ed Regis was gone。 It took Grant a moment to locate him。 The publicist was pressed up against the trunk of a big tree； hugging it。 Regis wasn't moving at all。
The forest remained silent。
Lex tugged impatiently at Grant's shirt； she wanted to know what was happening。 Then； from somewhere very near； they heard a soft snorting exhalation； hardly louder than the wind。 Lex heard it； too； because she stopped struggling。
The sound floated toward them again； soft as a sigh。 Grant thought it was almost like the breathing of a horse。
Grant looked at Regis； and saw the moving shadows cast by the moonlight on the trunk of the tree。 And then Grant realized there was another shadow； superimposed on the others； but not moving： a strong curved neck； and a square head。
The exhalation came again。
Tim leaned forward cautiously； to look。 Lex did； too。
They heard a crack as a branch broke； and into the path stepped a tyrannosaur。 It was the juvenile： about eight feet tall； and it moved with the clumsy gait of a young animal； almost like a puppy。 The juvenile tyrannosaur shuffled down the path； stopping with every step to sniff the air before moving on。 It passed the tree where Regis was hiding； and gave no indication that it had seen him。 Grant saw Regis's body relax slightly。 Regis turned his head； trying to watch the tyrannosaur on the far side of the tree。
The tyrannosaur was now out of view down the road。 Regis started to relax； releasing his grip on the tree。 But the jungle remained silent。 Regis remained close to the tree trunk for another half a minute。 Then the sounds of the forest returned： the first tentative croak of a tree frog； the buzz of one cicada； and then the full chorus。 Regis stepped away from the tree； shaking his shoulders； releasing the tension。 He walked into the middle of the road； looking in the direction of the departed tyrannosaur。
The attack came from the left。
The juvenile roared as it swung its head forward； knocking Regis flat to the ground。 He yelled and scrambled to his feet； but the tyrannosaur pounced； and it must have pinned him with its hind leg； because suddenly Regis wasn't moving； he was sitting up in the path shouting at the dinosaur and waving his hands at it； as if he could scare it off。 The young dinosaur seemed perplexed by the sounds and movement ing from its tiny prey。 The juvenile bent its head over； sniffing curiously； and Regis pounded on the snout with his fists。
〃Get away！ Back off！ Go on； back off！〃 Regis was shouting at the top of his lungs； and the dinosaur backed away； allowing Regis to get to his feet。 Regis was shouting 〃Yeah！ You heard me！ Back off！ Get away！〃 as he moved away from the dinosaur。 The juvenile continued to stare curiously at the odd； noisy little animal before it； but when Regis had gone a few paces； it lunged and knocked him down again。
It's playing with him； Grant thought。
〃Hey！〃 Regis shouted as he fell； but the juvenile did not pursue him； allowing him to get to his feet。 He jumped to his feet； and continued backing away。 〃You stupid…back！ Back！ You heard me…back！〃 he shouted like a lion tamer。
The juvenile roared； but it did not attack； and Regis now edged toward the trees and high foliage to the right。 In another few steps he would be in hiding。 〃Back！ You！ Back！〃 Regis shouted； and then； at the last moment the juvenile pounced； and knocked Regis flat on his back。 〃Cut that out〃； Regis yelled； and the juvenile ducked his head； and Regis began to scream。 No words； just a high…pitched scream。
The scream cut off abruptly； and when the juvenile lifted his head； Grant saw ragged flesh in his jaws。
〃Oh no；〃 Lex said； softly。 Beside her； Tim had turned away； suddenly nauseated。 His night…vision goggles slipped from his forehead and landed on the ground with a metallic clink。
The juvenile's head snapped up； and it looked toward the top of the hill。
Tim picked up his goggles as Grant grabbed both the children's hands and began to run。
Control
In the night； the pys scurried along the side of the road。 Harding's Jeep followed a short distance behind。 Ellie pointed farther up the road。 〃Is that a light？〃
〃Could be；〃 Harding said。 〃Looks almost like headlights。〃
The radio suddenly bummed and crackled。 They heard John Arnold say；
〃…you there？〃
〃Ah； there he is；〃 Harding said。 〃Finally。〃 He pressed the button。 〃Yes； John； we're here。 We're near the river； following the pys。 It's quite interesting。〃
More crackling。 Then： 〃…eed your car…〃
〃What'd he say？〃 Gennaro said。
〃Something about a car；〃 Ellie said。 At Grant's dig in Montana； Ellie was the one who operated the radiophone。 After years of experience； she had bee skilled at picking up garbled transmissions。 〃I think he said he needs your car。〃
Harding pressed the button。 〃John？ Are you there？ We can't read you very well。 John？〃
There was a flash of lightning； followed by a long sizzle of radio static； then Arnold's tense voice； 〃…where are…ou…〃
〃We're one mile north of the hypsy paddock。 Near the river； following some pys。〃
〃No…damn well…get back here…ow！〃
〃Sounds like he's got a problem；〃 Ellie said； frowning。 There was no mistaking the tension in the voice。 〃Maybe we should go back。〃
Harding shrugged。 〃John's frequently got a problem。 You know how engineers are。 They want everything to go by the book。〃 He pressed the button on the radio。 〃John？ Say again； please。 。 。 。〃
More crackling。
More static。 The loud crash of lightning。 Then： 〃…Muldoo…need your car…ow…〃
Gennaro frowned。 〃Is he saying Muldoon needs our car？〃
〃That's what it sounded like；〃 Ellie said。
〃Well； that doesn't make any sense；〃 Harding said。
〃…other…stuck…Muldoon wants…car…〃
〃I get it；〃 Ellie said。 〃The other cars are stuck on the road in the storm； and Muldoon wants to go get them。〃
Harding shrugged。 〃Why doesn't Muldoon take the other car？〃 He pushed the radio button。 〃John？ Tell Muldoon to take the other car。 It's in the garage。〃
The radio crackled。 〃…not…listen…crazy bastards…car…〃
Harding pressed the radio button。 〃I said； it's in the garage； John。 The car is in the garage。〃
More static。 〃…edry has…ssing…one…〃
〃I'm afraid this isn't getting us anywhere；〃 Harding said。 〃All right； John。 We're ing in now。〃 He turned the radio off； and turned