Mulveen had come to Earth for a big-game thrill; it was up to Gilbert to provide it for him--even if he had to let himself be stalked! The big saurian--a thirty-tonner, at least--came splashing and bellowing out of the swamp. Gilbert quickly brought up the archaic Earth rifle, ramming a shell into the breech with the bolt-action loader. With almost the same motion he thrust the big, capable weapon into Mulveen's waiting hands and the hunter brought it to his shoulder without a moment to spare.…
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