duty?" I ventured, shouldering the rifle.
"That duty is, to watch the ocean. I shall then explain the whole affair--but you mustn't look at me while I speak; you must watch the sea."
"This," said I, "is hardship. I had rather go without the luncheon."
I do not think she was offended at my speech; still she frowned for almost three seconds.
We passed through acres of sweet bay and spear grass, sometimes skirting thickets of twisted cedars, sometimes walking in the full glare of the morning sun, sinking into shifting sand where sun-scorched shells crackled under our feet, and sun-browned seaweed glistened, bronzed and iridescent. Then, as we climbed a little hill, the sea wind freshened in our faces, and lo! the ocean lay below us, far-stretching as the eye could reach, glittering, magnificent.
Daisy sat down flat on the sand. It takes a clever girl to do that and retain the respectful deference due her from men. It takes a graceful girl to accomplish it triumphantly when a man is looking.
"You must sit beside me," she said--as though it would prove irksome to me.
"Now," she continued, "you must watch the water while I am talking."
I nodded.
"Why don't you do it, then?" she asked.
I succeeded in wrenching my head toward the ocean, although I felt sure it would swing gradually round again in spite of me.
"To begin with," said Daisy Holroyd, "there's a thing in that ocean that would astonish you if you saw it. Turn your head!"
"I am," I said meekly.
"Did you hear what I said?"
"Yes--er--a thing in the ocean that's going to astonish me." Visions of mermaids rose before me.
"The thing," said Daisy, "is a Thermosaurus!
I nodded vaguely, as though anticipating a delightful introduction to a nautical friend.
"You don't seem astonished," she said reproachfully.
"Why should I be?" I asked.
"Please turn your eyes toward the water. Suppose a Thermosaurus should look out of the waves!"
"Well," said I, "in that case the pleasure would be mutual."
She frowned, and bit her upper lip.
"Do you know what a Thermosaurus is?" she asked.
"If I am to guess," said I, "I guess it's a jellyfish."
"It's that big, ugly, horrible creature that I showed you in the shed!" cried Daisy impatiently.
"Eh!" I stammered.
"Not papier-mache either," she continued excitedly; "it's a real one."
This was pleasant news. I glanced instinctively at my rifle and then at the ocean.
"Well," said I at last, "it strikes me that you and I resemble a pair of Andromedas waiting to be swallowed. This rifle won't stop a beast, a live beast, like that Nibelungen dragon of yours."
"Yes, it will," she said; "it's not an ordinary rifle."
Then, for the first time, I noticed, just below the magazine, a cylindrical attachment that was strange to me.
"Now, if you will watch the sea very carefully, and will promise not to look at me," said Daisy, "I will try to explain."
She did not wait for me to promise, but went on eagerly, a sparkle of excitement in her blue eyes:
"You know, of all the fossil remains of the great bat-like and lizard-like creatures that in- habited the earth ages and ages ago, the bones of the gigantic saurians are the most interesting. I think they used to splash about the water and fly over the land during the Carboniferous period; anyway, it doesn't matter. Of course, you have seen pictures of reconstructed creatures such as the Ichthyosaurus, the Plesiosaurus, the Anthracosaurus, and the Thermosaurus?"
I nodded, trying to keep my eyes from hers.
"And you know that the remains of the Thermosaurus were first discovered and reconstructed by papa?"
"Yes," said I. There was no use in saying no.
"I am glad you do. Now, papa has proved that this creature lived entirely in the Gulf Stream, emerging for occasional flights across an ocean or two. Can you imagine how fe proved it?"
"No," said I, resolutely pointing my nose at the ocean.
"He proved it by a minute examination of the microscopical shells found among the ribs of the Thermosaurus These shells contained little creatures that live only in the warm waters of the Gulf Stream. They were the food of the Thermosaurus"
"It was rather slender rations for a thing like that, wasn't it? Did he ever swallow bigger food--er--men?"
"Oh, yes. Tons of fossil bones from prehistoric men are also found in the interior of the Thermosaurus"
"Then," said I, "you, at least, had better go back to Captain McPeek's"
"Please turn around; don't be so foolish. I didn't say there was a live Thermosaurus in the water, did I?"
"Isn't there?"
"Why, no!"
My relief was genuine, but I thought of the rifle and looked suspiciously out to sea.
"What's the Winchester for?" I asked.
"Listen, and I will explain. Papa has found out--how, I do not exactly understand--that there is in the waters of the Gulf Stream the body of a Tliermosaurus. The creature must have been alive within
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