Part 7 (1/2)

I think whoever removed the bar gave the gorilla his chance. He bent the other two far enough apart to slip out. You said he was a big one? How big?”

”He wasn't full size, but big enough,” Mike said. ”About our size.” He shook his head as they appraised each other. ”Don't let the size fool you. He's twice as powerful as a grown man.”

”Where did he come from?” Jupe asked.

”Rwanda, in Central Africa. We were expecting a young gorilla from there. We've been waiting a long time. Uncle Cal went through all the mountain gorilla terrain- Rwanda, the Congo, and Uganda. He finally wrote to us from Rwanda that he had a gorilla, but he was having trouble getting it out of the country. Gorillas are on the endangered species list-there aren't very many of them left-and only zoos and scientists can get export permits for them. It took Uncle Cal a while to convince the authorities that Jungle Land was a kind of zoo.”

”Gee,” said Pete. ”Wouldn't it have been easier to just get another kind of gorilla?”

”Well, there are lowland gorillas, but there's an embargo on them, too. I'm not even sure which species Uncle Cal finally sent us.”

”It was a young male mountain gorilla,” said a voice from the darkness. Jim Hall stepped out of the shadows and nodded to the boys.

”Have you found him yet?” Mike asked.

Jim Hall shook his head. His face was tired and dust-stained. ”I just heard he's been seen up by the canyon. I wanted to check back here again before heading out.”

”What happened with Mr. Eastland?” Jupe asked. ”Did George really attack Rock Randall?”

Jim Hall laughed harshly. ”That was hogwash. It seems Randall got into a fight with somebody and got thrown around on some rocks on the movie set. He was beat up and b.l.o.o.d.y, and it did look as if George might have mauled him. But a doctor looked him over and said no animal could have made those marks. So we're clear of that mess, and now we have another. I'm glad you're back tonight, boys. You can see for yourselves that Alfred Hitchc.o.c.k wasn't exaggerating when he told you something's wrong at Jungle Land.”

There were shouts in the distance, and Jim Hall made an impatient gesture.

”Sorry, boys, but I've got to get moving and trap that gorilla before something happens.”

”I guess he'd be pretty dangerous to run up against,” Pete ventured.

”He might be frightened now by all the racket out there. But if you happen to run into him, don't worry. Just get out of his way.”

Bob blinked. ”What? Meet a gorilla face to face and not worry? How do you manage that?”

Hall laughed. ”I'll tell you something about gorillas. It applies to a lot of wild animals generally. Gorillas almost never behave aggressively. Oh, they bluff a lot, and scream and charge-that's how they frighten away any animal that seems threatening.

But mostly gorillas are peaceful animals that mind their own business. They graze in the same area as elephants, for example, and although they eat the same food, there's no problem.”

”What happens?” asked Bob.

The tall man shrugged. ”Mutual disregard,” he said. He glanced at his watch. A horn sounded. ”That'll be Doc.” He waved and walked away.

A moment later he pa.s.sed, driving an open jeep. The thin, moustached man sitting next to him was holding a rifle.

Mike smiled. ”It figures good old Doc Dawson would be around to help. He's crazy about animals.”

Pete turned to look at the jeep carrying the two men off. They looked prepared for action.

”If he likes animals all that much, why is he holding a rifle?”

”That's a stun gun,” Mike said. ”It shoots a tranquilliser dart - not bullets.

Whatever is. .h.i.t is only knocked out temporarily, Pete - not really hurt.”

”Jim Hall and the search party should be able to find the gorilla,” said Jupiter. ”I suggest we look around now while we have the opportunity. Perhaps we can learn what's behind these animal escapes. First there was George, and now the gorilla.”

”Well, George seems okay now,” Mike said. ”He's in the house sleeping off the teta.n.u.s and tranquilliser shots Doc Dawson gave him. Doc cleaned up the wound and George will be able to face the camera tomorrow and earn a day's pay for us.”

Jupiter was looking round. ”Does George have a cage, too?”

”No, we got rid of George's cage over a month ago,” said Mike. ”He sleeps in the house with Jim and me. He has his own room but he prefers to share Jim's.”

Jupe glanced up at the lighted house. ”You said somebody must have let him out before. Couldn't it happen again?”

Mike put his hand in his pocket and produced a key. ”This time the house is locked. Only Jim and I have keys.”

Jupe pondered. ”You've told us, Mike, that George becomes nervous and restless at night. I suggest we walk round to see if we can't uncover some reason for his nervousness. We should explore the area closest to the house to begin with.”

”Swell,” Mike said. ”As you can see, the house is set in a clearing on this knoll.

Over there's a shed for tools and firewood. It could be a garage but Jim parks outside here. The road at the foot of the drive leads north and runs into other roads.”

He led the boys around the area. The night was quiet after the earlier excitement.

The moon was now up, and the sky was cloudless.

Jupe nodded as if satisfied when they completed their circuit of the house. They returned to the cage area. The gorilla cage remained empty. The panther in the other lay quietly, switching its long tail and watching them balefully.

The Three Investigators followed Mike down the hill into the jungle. ”I'll explain Jungle Land as we go along. Then the next time you come, you'll know your way around here without me.”

”How big is Jungle Land?” asked Bob. ”It seems with so much land to cover, you'd never know what's going on.”

”It's about a hundred acres, and diamond-shaped. That's a lot maybe, but we've never had any trouble keeping track of things before.”

”Where is the Jay Eastland movie being shot?” Pete asked.

”North of here, about a five-minute ride,” Mike said. ”We're heading due east now, towards our closest border fence.”

The trail descended steeply through brush, rocks and fissures. Faint patches of moonlight showed between trees.

”Where's the canyon your uncle said the gorilla was seen at?” asked Bob. ”He seemed to be heading north, too.”

”He was, but he'll cut left on another road. The canyon is north-west, about fifteen minutes away. Just below it, we have several acres that look like the African veldt, gra.s.sy and flat. We have the elephants there, contained by a moat, so they can't get out. But you can hear them trumpeting.” He grinned. ”I like that sound.”

”I like it better myself now,” said Pete, ”knowing they can't get out.”

Mike continued to describe Jungle Land as they went on downhill. ”At the far west end opposite us is the built-up tourist section. Our main attraction used to be the jungle and animals, but a lot of folks seem to prefer the Wild West. So we have a frontier town, a mock graveyard, a ghost town, and a stagecoach ride for the kids. We keep the horses pretty near that area.

”In the southern part is the entrance where you come in, and lots of jungle. In the central part is the lake and then above that, where Eastland is, more jungle. At the northern end are mountains, with one high precipice. It's been used for a lot of movies where the hero has to dive off a cliff. Doc Dawson has his dispensary up that way.”