“Do dinosaurs have the same cuff?”
“We don’t know. We assume apatosaurs have huge hearts, perhaps three hundred pounds or more. But there is another possible solution to the problem of pumping blood in a long neck.”
“Yes?”
“You’re looking at it right now,” Levine said.
Arby clapped his hands. “They don’t raise their necks!”
“Correct,” Levine said. “At least, not very often, or for long periods. Of course, right now the animals are drinking, so their necks are down, but my guess is that if we watch them for an extended period we’ll find they don’t spend much time with their necks raised high.”
“And that’s why they don’t eat the leaves on the trees!”
“Right.”
Kelly frowned. “But if their long necks aren’t used for eating, then why did they evolve them in the first place?”
Levine smiled. “There must be a good reason,” he said. “I believe it has to do with defense.”
“Defense? Long necks?” Arby stared. “I don’t get it.”
“Keep looking,” Levine said. “It’s really rather obvious.”
Arbv peered through binoculars. He said to Kelly, “I hate it when he tells us it’s obvious.”
“I know,” she said, with a sigh.
Arby glanced over at Thorne, and caught his eye. Thorne made a V with his fingers, and then pushed one finger, tilting it over. The movement forced the second finger to shift, too. So the two fingers were connected….
If it was a clue, he didn’t get it. He didn’t get it. He frowned.
Thorne mouthed: “Bridge.”
Arby looked, and watched the whip-like tails swing back and forth over the younger animals. “I get it!” Arby said. “They use their tails for defense. And they need long necks to counterbalance the long tails. It’s like a suspension bridge!”
Levine squinted at Arby. “You did that very fast,” he said.
Thorne turned away, hiding a smile.
“But I’m right…” Arby said.
“Yes,” Levine said, “your view is essentially correct. Long necks exist because the long tails exist. It’s a different Situation in theropods, which stand on two legs. But in quadrupeds, there needs to be a counterbalance for the long tail, or the animal would simply tip over.”
Malcolm said, “Actually, there is something much more puzzling about this apatosaur herd.”
Oh?” Levine said. “What’s that?”
“There are no true adults,” Malcolm said. “Those animals we see are very large by our standards. But in fact, none of them has attained full adult size. I find that perplexing.”
“Do you? It doesn’t trouble me in the least,” Levine said. “Unquestionably, it is simply because they haven’t had enough time to reach maturity. I’m sure apatosaurs grow more slowly than the other dinosaurs. After all, large mammals like elephants grow more slowly than small ones.
Malcolm shook his head. “That’s not the explanation,” he said.
“Oh? Then what?”
“Keep looking,” Malcolm said, pointing out over the plain. “It’s really rather obvious.”
The kids giggled.
Levine gave a little shiver of displeasure. “What is obvious to me,” he said, “is that none of the species appear to have attained full adulthood. The triceratops, the apatosaurs, even the parasaurs are a bit smaller than one would expect. This argues for a consistent factor: some element of diet, the effects of confinement on a small island, perhaps even the way they were engineered. But I don’t consider it particularly remarkable or worrisome.”
“Maybe you’re right,” Malcolm said. “And then again, maybe you’re not.”
Puerto Cortés
“No flights?” Sarah Harding said. “What do you mean, there are no flights?” It was eleven o’clock in the morning. Harding had been flying for the last fifteen hours, much of it spent on a U.S. military transport that she’d caught from Nairobi to Dallas. She was exhausted. Her skin felt grimy; she needed a shower and a change of clothes. Instead she found herself arguing with this very stubborn official in a ratty little town on the west coast of Costa Rica. Outside, the fain had stopped, but the sky was still gray, with low-hanging clouds over the deserted airfield.
“I am sorry,” Rodríguez said. “No flights can be arranged.”
“But what about the helicopter that took the men earlier?”
“There is a helicopter, yes.”