CHAPTER VII
FINDING THE ELEPHANT’S GREAT-GRANDFATHER
It was with great excitement and not a little pride that Perry came racking up to the camp. He held up the Dorcas gazelle as he approached, and even in the dusk the slender horns could be seen. As soon as he drew near, moreover, he shouted,
“Uncle George, I’ve got an Eosiren!”
“That’s a gazelle, not an Eosiren,” said the professor, smiling. He had been a little anxious and was unfeignedly glad to see the boy safe, and in good spirits.
“I don’t mean this,” said the boy. “What nonsense, Uncle George! No, but really, I did find one!”
“Did it bite?”
“Please don’t tease,” protested Perry. “Honest, I did!”
The leader of the expedition looked inquiringly at the boy’s companion, as the latter dismounted and came up.
“He’s right, I think, Dr. Hunt,” responded Antoine, in answer to the look. “I knew we were late and it was getting so dark that I didn’t have much chance to examine it, but it looked to me like Eosiren Andrewsii.”
“You don’t suppose it was Eotherium?” the professor asked, hopefully. “I’m very anxious to take home to the Museum a good Eotherium. What level was it on?”