"Might as well get some breakfast, and get these things re-charged," said Roosevelt, holding out his hand and taking Holliday's weapon. "The rest of you men, come on back to camp with me. You'll have all day to slice up the triceratops once we decide who gets what."

He turned on his heel and began walking back toward the campsite, accompanied by everyone but Cope, Marsh, Cody and Younger.

Cody approached Marsh. "I'm a goddamned showman, not a goddamned monster hunter," he said angrily. "Hunting for bones is one thing; hunting for this and anything like it is another." He turned to Younger. "I'm quitting this circus, Cole. Why don't you come on back to the show with me?"

"Thanks for the offer, but no, thanks," replied Younger.

Cody shrugged and began walking back to camp.

"I've had it with this craziness too," Younger confided to Holliday. "Come tomorrow I'm outta here."

"Then why didn't you take Cody up on his offer?" asked Holliday.

"Be a bit player in Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show?" said Younger contemptuously. "Not me. I'm hooking up with Frank James and starting my own show." He smiled. "We can always use a sharpshooter."

"I wish you good luck in finding one," said Holliday.

Younger was about to reply when they heard a very strange, very loud bellowing coming from the direction of a nearby river.

"God damn!" said Holliday. "Another one-and our weapons are empty. We'd better get back to camp and round up some rifles fast!"

"What about them?" asked Younger, indicating Cope and Marsh.

"You think you could make 'em leave?" asked Holliday. "Be my guest."

"You've got a point," agreed Younger.

But before they'd gone fifty yards Roosevelt, sitting atop his horse, galloped past them.

"What the hell does he think he's doing?" asked Younger.

"I don't know," replied Holliday. "But whatever it is, he's got a reason. He's always got a reason."

"If he's going to play at being bait, I hope whatever's out there is slower than his horse."

"I'll second that," said Holliday, starting to walk after him, followed by Younger.

"We're crazy, you know," said Younger. "Here we are on foot, with a pair of pistols to face something that dwarfs an elephant."

"I've got a knife, too," said Holliday with a smile.

Younger snorted a laugh. "Well, if it eats us right now, at least people can say we died grinning."

Suddenly they heard trees and bushes crashing, and thundering footsteps came to their ears-and then into the clearing burst a brontosaur, an immature one that weighed about thirty tons with a head that towered some eighteen feet above the ground.

Holliday aimed his pistol at it, though he knew it was an exercise in futility, and just before he pulled the trigger he noticed that the huge sauropod was leaning to its right.

"I'll be damned!" exclaimed Younger. "Look!"

And suddenly the brontosaur turned just enough that Holliday could see Roosevelt riding alongside it, and hanging on to the end of a lasso that he'd somehow thrown over the creature's head.

"Stand back, Doc!" he yelled. "I'm taking him to the river. Once he wades in he won't feel threatened and there'll be lots for him to eat!"

Holliday moved a few yards back to make sure he wouldn't be sideswiped by the brontosaur's enormous tail. A moment later Roosevelt and the creature were out of sight, and a moment after that he could hear the sound of a massive splash.

"Son of a gun!" exclaimed Younger. "What do you make of that, Doc?"

Holliday shook his head in wonderment.

"That damned cowboy never ceases to amaze me," he said. He sighed deeply. "Let's go grab some breakfast before the next one shows up."

BOTH FACTIONS HAD JUST FINISHED BREAKFAST. Holliday was sitting in the shade of a tree, his back to the trunk. He'd actually eaten some food rather than drinking his breakfast, and he wasn't sure how he felt. Different, to be sure. But better? He was still trying to make up his mind.

Roosevelt sat nearby, trading hunting stories with Cody, who hadn't left camp yet but reiterated every few minutes that he was now a free agent. Younger had broken his pistols and rifle apart and was cleaning them against the next time he had to face a dinosaur. Marsh was a few feet away, while Cope was still with the remains of the triceratops.

"I'm surprised you're back here," said Edison, wandering over from the other side of the campsite, which Holliday viewed as "Cope's side."

"I'll be going back later."

"The brontosaur, or whatever it was, may be gone by then," suggested Edison.

"It's my conviction that they spent most of their time in water. I've examined their femurs, and they simply aren't built for carrying seventy or eighty tons all day long. To say nothing of the muscle fatigue caused by lugging that weight around."

Edison frowned. "I understand your words, Professor, but I don't quite see what you're saying."

"I'm saying I don't have to rush back because I know where the creature will be," answered Marsh. "Standing in the river, where the water will help him handle that bulk. Also, our friend Theodore gave him quite a scare. He won't come out for hours because for all he knows Theodore is waiting for him."

"I didn't see him, of course," said Edison. "But you make him sound very predictable."

"This is my field, Mr. Edison," replied Marsh. "But even that charlatan Cope could have told you this. When you're eighty tons and buoyant, you find water that can accommodate your need for buoyancy."

"I hope you're right," said Edison.

"He'd damned well better be," said Younger, still polishing the firing mechanism of the rifle. "Believe me, Mr. Edison, you don't want that critter coming through camp here. He could probably kill forty men with a swipe of his tail and never even notice he'd done it."

Marsh walked over to Roosevelt. "Do you mind if I sit down next to you, sir?" he asked.

"Be my guest," replied Roosevelt.

"Thank you," said Marsh, carefully lowering himself to the ground. "That was some remarkable heroics you displayed this morning, sir."

"It was an interesting experience," replied Roosevelt.

"It was much more than that," said Marsh. "I would expect no less of a Harvard man."

"Coming from a Yale man, that's high praise indeed," said Roosevelt with a smile.

"We have more in common than you think," replied Marsh. "Especially in these surroundings."

"I don't think surroundings have much to do with the quality of a man's mind," answered Roosevelt, wondering where the conversation was heading.

"Ah, but no schools turn out better minds than Yale and Harvard!" said Marsh.

"Harvard and Yale, please, Professor," said Roosevelt with what was becoming a trademark grin. "Harvard and Yale."

"Harvard and Yale," conceded Marsh, which seemed to make Roosevelt even warier, for in his experience such a concession was unheard-of. "I'm glad that even in these surroundings we can converse like two civilized men."

"True," said Roosevelt, eyeing him suspiciously.

"In fact, you have so impressed me that I think I should be happy to have my principals fund a major endowment for Harvard."

"That's very generous of you," said Roosevelt.

"Ask him who you have to kill for it," said Holliday, who'd been listening from where he sat.

"Hold your tongue, murderer!" snapped Marsh, glaring at him. He turned back to Roosevelt. "How does this idea of an endowment sound to you, sir?"

"Dr. Holliday may lack a little something in tact and restraint," said Roosevelt, "but he does pose an interesting question. Is this endowment out of the goodness of your heart, or am I expected to do something for it?"

"All you have to do is support my claim to ownership of any dinosaur you kill or capture."

Roosevelt laughed aloud. "You have to work on your subtlety, my friend from Yale."

"You haven't heard the size of the endowment," said Marsh.

"I don't have to," answered Roosevelt. "The answer is no."

Marsh was silent for a moment. Then: "What is that scum paying you?"

"Not a thing."

Marsh frowned. "Then I don't understand."

"I know it's going to be difficult for the two leading paleontologists in the country to understand, but I'm not here to help either of you collect specimens. I'm here to save innocent people from a hideous fate that they did nothing to deserve, that may be visited upon them solely because you and Mr. Cope are desecrating a sacred burial ground."

"Professor Cope," said Marsh almost automatically.

"I'll call the two of you Professors when you stop acting like spoiled and petulant children and begin acting like mature, educated men."

Marsh was silent for a long minute, seemingly lost in thought. Roosevelt was sure he was about to apologize for his behavior. Finally he turned to Roosevelt and said, "Are you sure you won't consider my offer?"

"Mr. Marsh," said Roosevelt, "I don't use vile and obscene language, but you are tempting me almost beyond endurance!"

"I think Mr. Roosevelt has politely declined your offer," noted Holliday in amused tones.

"All right," said Marsh. "What would you want for the same thing?"

"Me?" said Holliday. "Eternal life. Failing that, twenty years of good health." A bitter smile crossed his face. "Do we have a deal?"

"Bah!" snorted Marsh. "You're almost as intolerable as that swine!"

"Roosevelt?" asked Holliday.

"No, the other swine!"

"You're in remarkably poor humor today, even for you," noted Holliday. "We did kill a triceratops, you know. You can spend all week measuring him and drawing him and cutting him into small, bite-sized pieces."

"You know," said Roosevelt, "we really have to get you and Mr. Cope out of here. The weapons Tom and Ned made for us might or might not kill one or two dinosaurs, but then they can't be used again for a day, and one or two herbivores like the triceratops or the brontosaur might unintentionally kill half the camp before anyone could do a thing about it."

"The land is empty," said Marsh adamantly. "I don't know where these few dinosaurs have come from, but there's nothing else out there."

"That's true right now," said Roosevelt. "But it may not be true this afternoon and it certainly won't be true tomorrow. We've got to move your men out."

"I'm not going anywhere, and neither is Professor Cope!" snarled Marsh angrily.

"You are, you know," said Holliday.

"You can't make me go!"

"Actually, we can and we will," said Roosevelt. "The longer you stay, the longer you put innocent men and women in danger."

"My men are all here voluntarily, and so are Professor Cope's!"

"I'm not talking about them," answered Roosevelt.

"We're staying!" insisted Marsh. "This is the opportunity of a lifetime!"

"That lifetime is of very limited duration," said Roosevelt.

"If you put us under guard we'll escape and come back," said Marsh angrily. "If you tie us up and carry us out on the wagons, we'll make our way back as soon as we're free. Even if you take us all the way back to the Eastern seaboard, we'll be back!"

"Why don't you just go to Colorado like a reasonable man?" said Holliday.

"Colorado's next," answered Marsh. "But Colorado doesn't have live dinosaurs and Wyoming does!"

"Colorado's got live men, and it won't be long before this part of Wyoming doesn't," said Holliday.

"Bah!" said Marsh. He got to his feet, walked to his tent, and disappeared inside it.

"That was some hullabaloo," said Younger, walking over and joining them. "Professor Marsh, he yells even louder than Professor Cope."

"He's going to yell a lot louder when we tie him up and toss him in the back of a wagon," said Holliday with a grin.

"So you're working for Professor Cope now?" asked Younger.

Roosevelt shook his head. "We're not working for any white man or any Comanche. Cope has to leave, too."

Younger frowned. "What the hell's going on?"