Chapter 7…Disaster
The next day we killed our first and only dinosaur. It happened this way. When Pete and I woke up, stiff and sore from that cramped cave, we found Doc Tom gone.
This panicked us a little because our first thought was that one of those overgrown sparrows had pulled him out and eaten him for breakfast.
But when I stuck my nose out, I saw him sitting with his back propped against a rock doing some calculations.
“Good morning,” he said. “Our friends got tired of waiting. How did you sleep?”
“All right, I guess.”
“Well, you and Pete better have a quick cold breakfast and then pack. I’ve been working on the tunnel pattern and I think I have its next appearance spotted.”
“You think we can get close enough to enter it?”
“I don’t know, but we’ve got to be ready.”
He hadn
