It proved, by its mere existence, that Michaelson was right.
The Idaho, and all her crew, had passed through a space-time fault into an antediluvian world!
CHAPTER III
The Return of the Dove
There were dozens of the great bird-lizards flapping about the ship. Either they thought it was an enemy, to be attacked and destroyed, or they thought it was something to eat. In either event, it was to be attacked. They were attacking it. They would circle it, flap heavily to a point above, then launch themselves into a glide, fanged mouth open, screaming shrilly.
The anti-aircraft gunners knocked the beasts out of the air with ease.
On the bridge a group of tense officers watched the slaughter without being greatly interested in it. They knew that the guns of the Idaho were proof against any creature of earth, sky, or water, in this world. They were not afraid of the beasts of this strange time into which they had been thrust.
The scouting plane was still out, searching the waste of water for land.
The officers of the Idaho were all thinking the same thing. Captain Higgins put their thoughts into words.