it was about twenty feet across with a level bottom.
This bottom was covered with great pieces of flesh which had gone bad.
The air was poisonous and horrible.
In the middle I found an upright post which seemed to be covered with grease. I remembered that I had some matches in my pocket, so I struck one and made a light.
I was then able to see the place into which I had fallen.
It was a trap, made by the hand of man.
The post in the centre was nine feet high with a point at the top; it was blackened with the old blood of animals that had fallen on it.
The flesh at the bottom was all that was left from victims.
Challenger had said that it was difficult to understand how man could deal with the beasts in this country. But now it was clear enough.
Their caves had narrow entrances so that the enormous animals could not enter and their developed brains could think of setting traps like this across the paths where the animals run.
So man was able to destroy even the creatures.
Man was always the master.