Doc Prehistoric Skunk

Doc moved only when the hideous head with its tremendous, frothing rows of teeth was turned from him. Then he took care not to make noise.

He had an unpleasant feeling the reptile titan was going to find him--unless he did something quickly!

To complicate things, he unexpectedly confronted one of the black, marked, bushy-tailed predecessors of the modern polecat. The noisome thing gave every sign of going into action.

Doc's gun rapped twice. So well-placed were the shots that the bushy-tailed animal dropped instantly.

The reptilian monster had heard the shots. It hopped through the thorns, searching. Its vicious eyes seemed about to pop from its revolting head in its blood lust.

Suddenly it bounded straight for the spot where Doc had shot the striped animal.

But Doc's accomplished wits were equal to the occasion. He had drawn his knife. With quick strokes, he skinned the beast he had shot.

He draped the distinctive black-and-white hide over him like a coat!

Doc now walked boldly out of the thorn thicket!

The hopping monster, mistaking him for the malodorous animal, in the hide of which he was masquerading, backed off.

Even the flying reptiles, the batlike pterodactyls, made the same mistake. They flopped away from him as though he were a plague.

Doc hurried to freedom!

- The Land of Terror (1933) Chapter 20