the.lost.world-第18章

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ious　distances　offshore　…　harsh　rocky　pinnacles；　rising　out　of　rough　blue　sea。　The　islands　were　each　several　miles　apart；　undoubtedly　part　of　an　old　volcanic　chain。
　　　　He　pressed　the　speaker　button。　〃Which　is　Sorna？〃
　　　　The　pilot　pointed　ahead。　〃We　call　them　the　Five　Deaths；〃　he　said。　〃Isla　Muerte；　Isla　Matanceros；　Isla　Pena；　Isla　Taca？o；　and　Isla　Sorna；　which　is　the　big　one　farthest　north；〃
　　　　〃Have　you　been　there？〃　　　
　　　　〃Never；　se？or。　But　I　believe　there　will　be　a　landing　site。〃
　　　　〃How　do　you　know？〃
　　　　〃Some　years　ago；　there　were　some　flights　there。　I　have　heard　the　Americans　would　e；　and　fly　there；　sometimes。〃
　　　　〃Not　Germans？〃
　　　　〃No；　no。　There　have　been　no　Germans　since。。。I　do　not　know。　The　World　War。　They　were　Americans　that　came。〃
　　　　〃When　was　that？〃
　　　　〃I　am　not　sure。　Perhaps　ten　years　ago。〃
　　　　The　helicopter　turned　north；　passing　over　the　nearest　island。　Thorne　glimpsed　rugged；　volcanic　terrain；　overgrown　with　dense　jungle。　There　was　no　sign　of　life；　or　of　human　habitation。
　　　　〃To　the　local　people；　these　islands　are　not　happy　places；〃　the　pilot　said。　〃They　say；　no　good　es　from　here。〃　He　smiled。　〃But　they　do　not　know。　They　are　superstitious　Indians。〃
　　　　Now　they　were　over　open　water；　with　Isla　Sorna　directly　ahead。　It　was　clearly　an　old　volcanic　crater：　bare；　reddish…gray　rock　walls；　an　eroded　cone。
　　　　〃Where　do　the　boats　land？〃
　　　　The　pilot　pointed　to　where　the　sea　surged　and　crashed　against　the　cliffs。　〃On　the　east　side　of　this　island；　there　are　many　caves；　made　by　the　waves。　Some　of　the　local　people　call　this　Isla　Gemido。　It　means　'groan'；　from　the　sound　of　the　waves　inside　the　caves。　Some　of　the　caves　go　all　the　way　through　to　the　interior；　and　a　boat　can　pass　through　at　certain　times。　But　not　in　weather　as　you　see　it　now。〃
　　　　Thorne　thought　of　Sarah　Harding。　If　she　was　ing；　she　would　land　later　today。　〃I　have　a　colleague　who　may　be　arriving　this　afternoon　said。　〃Can　you　bring　her　out？〃
　　　　〃I　am　sorry　the　pilot　said。　〃We　have　a　job　in　Golfo　Juan。　We　will　not　be　back　until　tonight。〃
　　　　〃What　can　she　do？〃
　　　　The　pilot　squinted　at　the　sea；　〃Perhaps　she　can　e　by　boat。　The　sea　changes　by　the　hour。　She　might　have　luck。〃
　　　　〃And　you　will　e　back　for　us　tomorrow？〃
　　　　〃Yes；　Se？or　Thorne。　We　will　e　in　the　early　morning。　It　is　the　best　time；　for　the　winds。〃
　　　　The　helicopter　approached　from　the　west；　rising　several　hundred　feet；　moving　over　the　rocky　cliffs　to　reveal　the　interior　of　Isla　Gemido。　It　appeared　just　like　the　others：　volcanic　ridges　and　ravines；　heavily　overgrown　with　dense　jungle。　It　was　beautiful　from　the　air；　but　Thorne　knew　it　would　be　dauntingly　difficult　to　move　through　that　terrain。　He　stared　down；　looking　for　roads。
　　　　The　helicopter　thumped　lower；　circling　the　central　area　of　the　island。　Thorne　saw　no　buildings；　no　roads。　The　helicopter　descended　toward　the　jungle。　The　pilot　said；　〃Because　of　the　cliffs；　the　winds　here　are　very　bad。　Many　gusts　and　updrafts。　There　is　only　one　place　on　the　island　where　it　is　safe　to　land。〃　He　peered　out　the　window。　〃Ah。　Yes。　There。〃
　　　　Thorne　saw　an　open　clearing；　overgrown　with　tall　grass。
　　　　〃We　land　there；〃　the　pilot　said。

Isla　Sorna

Eddie　Carr　stood　in　the　tail　grass　of　the　clearing；　turned　away　from　the　flying　dust　as　the　two　helicopters　lifted　off　the　ground　and　rose　into　the　sky。　In　a　few　moments　they　were　small　specks；　their　sound　fading。　Eddie　shaded　his　eyes　as　he　looked　upward。　In　a　forlorn　voice　he　said；　〃When're　they　ing　back？〃
　　　　〃Tomorrow　morning；〃　Thorne　said。　〃We'll　have　found　Levine　by　then。〃
　　　　〃At　least；　we'd　better；〃　Malcolm　said。
　　　　And　then　the　helicopters　were　gone；　disappearing　over　the　high　rim　of　the　crater。　Carr　stood　with　Thorne　and　Malcolm　in　the　clearing；　enveloped　in　morning　heat；　and　deep　silence　on　the　island。
　　　　〃Kind　of　creepy　here；〃　Eddie　said；　pulling　his　baseball　cap　down　lower　over　his　eyes。
　　　　Eddie　Carr　was　twenty…four　years　old；　raised　in　Daly　City。　Physically；　he　was　dark…haired；　pact　and　strong。　His　body　was　thick；　the　muscles　bunched；　but　his　hands　were　elegant；　the　fingers　long　and　tapered。　Eddie　had　a　talent　…　Thorne　would　have　said；　a　genius　…　for　mechanical　things。　Eddie　could　build　anything；　and　fix　anything。　He　could　see　how　things　worked；　just　by　looking　at　them。　Thorne　had　hired　him　three　years　earlier；　his　first　job　out　of　munity　college。　It　was　supposed　to　be　a　temporary　job；　earning　money　so　he　could　go　back　to　school　and　get　an　advanced　degree。　But　Thorne　had　long　since　bee　dependent　on　Eddie。　And　Eddie；　for　his　part；　wasn't　much　interested　in　going　back　to　the　books。
　　　　At　the　same　time；　he　hadn't　counted　on　anything　like　this；　he　thought；　looking　around　him　at　the　clearing。　Eddie　was　an　urban　kid；　accustomed　to　the　action　of　the　city；　the　honk　of　horns　and　the　rush　of　traffic。　This　desolate　silence　made　him　uneasy。
　　　　〃e　on；〃　Thorne　said；　putting　a　hand　on　his　shoulder；　〃let's　get　started。〃　They　turned　to　the　cargo　containers；　left　by　the　helicopter。　They　were　sitting　a　few　yards　away；　in　the　tall　grass。
　　　　〃Can　I　help？〃　Malcolm　said；　a　few　yards　away。
　　　　〃If　you　don't　mind；　no；〃　Eddie　said。　〃We'd　better　unpack　these　ourselves。〃
　　　　They　spent　half　an　hour　unbolting　the　rear　panels；　lowering　them　to　the　ground；　and　entering　the　containers。　After　that；　they　took　only　a　few　minutes　to　release　the　vehicles。　Eddie　got　behind　the　wheel　of　the　Explorer　and　flicked　on　the　ignition。　There　was　hardly　any　sound；　just　a　soft　whirr　of　the　vacuum　pump　starting　up。　Thorne　said；　〃How's　your　charge？〃
　　　　〃Full；〃　Eddie　said。
　　　　〃Batteries　okay？〃
　　　　〃Yeah。　Seem　fine。〃
　　　　Eddie　was　relieved。　He　had　supervised　the　conversion　of　these　vehicles　to　electric　power；　but　it　was　a　rush　job；　and　they　hadn't　had　time　to　test　them　thoroughly　afterward。　And　though　it　was　true　that　electric　cars　employed　less　plex　technology　than　the　internal…bustion　engine…that　chugging　relic　of　the　nineteenth　century　…　Eddie　knew　that　taking　untested　equipment　into　the　field　was　always　risky。
　　　　Especially　when　that　equipment　also　used　the　latest　technology。　That　fact　troubled　Eddie　more　than　he　was　willing　to　admit。　Like　most　born　mechanics；　he　was　deeply　conservative。　He　liked　things　to　work　…　work；　no　matter　what　…　and　to　him　that　meant　using　established；　proven　technology。　Unfortunately；　he　had　been　voted　down　this　time。
　　　　Eddie　had　two　particular　areas　of　concern。　One　was　the　black　photovoltaic　panels；　with　their　rows　of　octagonal　silicon　wafers；　mounted　on　the　roof　and　hood　of　the　vehicles。　These　panels　were　efficient；　and　much　less　fragile　than　the　old　photovoltaics。　Eddie　had　mounted　them　with　special　vibration…damping　units　of　his　own　design。　But　the　fact　remained；　if　the　panels　were　injured　in　any　way；　they　would　no　longer　be　able　to　charge　the　vehicles；　or　run　the　electronics。　All　their　systems　would　stop　dead。
　　　　His　other　concern　was　the　batteries　themselves。　Thorne　had　selected　the　new　lithium…ion　batteries　from　Nissan；　which　were　extremely　efficient　on　a　weight　basis。　But　they　were　still　experimental；　which　to　Eddie　was　just　a　polite　word　for　〃unreliable。〃
　　　　Eddie　had　argued　for　backups；　he　had　argued　for　a　little　gasoline　generator；　just　in　case；　he　had　argued　for　lots　of　things。　And　he　had　always　been　voted　down。　Under　the　circumstances；　Eddie　did　the　only　sensible　thing：　he　built　in　a　few　extras；　and　didn't　tell　anybody　about　it。
　　　　He　was　pretty　sure　Thorne　knew　he　had　done　that。　But　Thorne　never　said　anything。　And　Eddie　never　brought　it　up。　But　now　that　he　was　here；　on　this　island　in　the　middle　of　nowhere；　he　was　glad　he　had。　Because　the　fact　was；　you　never　knew。

Thorne　watched　as　Eddie　backed　the　Explorer　out　of　the　container；　and　into　the　high　grass。　Eddie　left　the　car　in　the　middle　of　the　clearing；　where　the　sunlight　would　strike　the　panels　and　top　up　the　charge。
　　　　Thorne　got　behind　the　wheel　of　the　first　trailer；　and　backed　it　out。　It　was　odd　to　drive　a　vehicle　which　was　so　quiet；　the　loudest　sound　was　the　tires　on　the　metal　container。　And　once　it　was　on　the　grass；　there　was　hardly　any　sound　at　all。　Thorne　climbed　out；　and　linked　up　the　two　trailers；　locking　them　together　with　the　flexible　steel　accordion　connector。
　　　　Finally；　he　turned　to　the　motorcycle。　It；　too；　was　electric；　Thorne　rolled　it　to　the　rear　of　the　Explorer；　lifted　it　onto　brackets；　hooked　the　power　cord　into　the　same　system　that　ran　the　vehicle；　and　recharged　the　battery。　He　stepped　back。　〃That　does　it。〃
　　　　In　the　hot；　quiet　clearing；　Eddie　stared　toward　the　high　circular　rim　of　the　crater；　rising　in　the　distance　above　the　dense　jungle。　The　bare　rock　shimmered　in　the　morning　heat；　the　walls　forbidding　and　harsh。　He　had　a　sense　of　desolation；　of　entrapment。　〃Why　would　anyone　ever　e　here？〃　he　said。
　　　　Malcolm；　leaning　on　his　cane；　smiled。　〃To　get　away　from　it　all；　Eddie。　Don't　you　ever　want　to　get　away　from　it　all？〃
　　　　〃Not　if　I　can　help　it；〃　Eddie　said。　〃Me；　I　always　like　a　Pizza　Hut　nearby；　you　know　what　I　mean？〃
　　　　〃Well；　you're　a　ways　from　one　now。〃
　　　　Thorne　returned　to　the　back　panel　of　the　trailer；　and　pulled　out　a　pair　of　heavy　rifles。　Beneath　the　barrel　of　each　hung　two　aluminum　canisters；　side　by　side。　He　handed　one　rifle　to　Eddie；　showed　the　other　to　Malcolm。　〃You　ever　seen　these？〃
　　　　〃Read　about　them；〃　Malcolm　said。　〃This　is　the　Swedish　thing？〃
　　　　〃Right。　Lindstradt　air　gun。　Most　expensive　rifle　in　the　world。　Rugged；　simple；　accurate；　and　reliable。　Fires　a　subsonic　Fluger　impact　delivery　dart；　containing　whatever　pound　you　want。〃　Thorne　cracked　open　the　cartridge　bank；　revealing　a　row　of　plastic　containers　filled　with　straw…colored　liquid。　Each　cartridge　was　tipped　with　a　three…inch　needle。　〃We've　loaded　the　enhanced　venom　of　Conus　purpurascens；　the　South　Sea　cone　shell。　It's　the　most　powerful　neurotoxin　in　the　world。　Acts　within　a　two…thousandth　of　a　second。　It's　faster　than　the　nerve…conduction　velocity。　The　animal's　down　before　it　feels　the　prick　of　the　dart。〃
　　　　〃Lethal？〃
　　　　Thorne　nodded。　〃No　screwing　around　here。　Just　remember；　you　don't　want　to　shoot　yourself　in　the　foot　with　this；　because　you'll　be　dead　before　you　realize　that　you've　pulled　the　trigger。〃
　　　　Malcolm　nodded。　〃Is　there　an　antidote？〃
　　　　〃No。　But　what's　the　point？　There'd　be　no　time　to　administer　it　if　there　was。〃
　　　　〃That　makes　things　simple；〃　Malcolm　said；　taking　the　gun。
　　　　　　　　〃Just　thought　you　ought　to　know；〃　Thorne　said。　〃Eddie？　Let's　get　going。〃

The　Stream

Eddie　climbed　into　the　Explorer。　Thorne　and　Malcolm　climbed　into　the　cab　of　the　trailer。　A　moment　later；　the　radio　clicked。　Eddie　said；　〃You　putting　up　the　database；　Doc？〃
　　　　〃Right　now；〃　Thorne　said。
　　　　He　plugged　the　optical　disk　into　the　dashboard　slot。　On　the　small　monitor　facing　him；　he　saw　the　island　appear；　but　it　was　largely　obscured　behind　patches　of　cloud。　〃What　good　is　that？〃　Malcolm　said。
　　　　〃Just　wait；〃　Thorne　said。　〃It's　a　system。　It's　going　to　sum　data。〃
　　　　〃Data　from　what？〃
　　　　〃Radar。〃　In　a　moment；　a　satellite　radar　image　overlaid　the　photograph。　The　radar　could　penetrate　the　clouds。　Thorne　pressed　a　button；　and　the　puter　traced　the　edges；　enhancing　details；　highlighting　the　faint　spidery　track　of　the　road　system。
　　　　〃Pretty　slick；〃　Malcolm　said。　But　to　Thorne；　he　seemed　tense。
　　　　〃I've　got