"Do you mean to say," Cable demanded, "that a bug is doing all this?"
"It looks that way," Sorensen said. "We have to assume that it's able to exercise some kind of thought control. Maybe hypnotic or telepathic."
"It has to sting first," Drake said. "That's what it did with Oro."
"I just can't imagine a scorpion doing all that," Recetich said.
"It's not a scorpion," Drake said. "I saw it close up. It's got a tail like a scorpion, but its head is damn near four times as big, and its body is different. Up close, it doesn't look like anything you ever saw before."
"Do you think it's native to this island?" asked Monty Byrnes, a treasure-seeker from Indianapolis.
"I doubt it," Drake said. "If it is, why did it leave us and the animals alone for three months?"
"That's right," Sorensen said. "All our troubles began just after the schooner came. The schooner must have brought it from somewhere.... Hey!"
"What is it?" Drake asked.
"Remember that scorpion the skipper tried to squash? It came out of the detector crate. Do you think it could be the same one?"