Ron Goulart - Challengers Of The Unknown - Plot & Excerpts
"We haven't yet proved—" "What?" Ortega was staring at the jungle behind them. The daylight had abruptly gone. There were only stripes of darkness between the trees. Gallegher asked him, "Now what's alarming you?" "I heard . . . yes, listen!" The beams of all four flashlights turned toward the jungle, crisscrossing. There was a crackling and a thumping coming at them. Ortega tugged his .38 revolver out of its holster. "It's coming to get us, it's coming to get us." The circle of light from his flash was dancing from side to side. "Calm down, damn it," ordered Gallegher. He propped his light on the ground, unsnapped his rifle and settled the butt against his shoulder. He sighted through the nightscope, then exclaimed, "Good Cluist!" Gallegher saw it before any of the others. Another minute went by before the flashlights caught it. A man, but not a man. The body was roughly hu-manoid, a green scaly skin covering it. Green, streaked with slashes of pasty yellow. Ropy veins ran along the creature's sides, twisted across the wide, powerful chest.
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