ght. Their eyes, becoming adapted to the glare, picked up the coral atoll some fifty miles distant."No need of even landing there!" Doc decided.He banked the plane for New Zealand. Ample fuel for the flight sloshed in the gas tanks, thanks to Kar’s foresight."From New Zealand to San Francisco by steamer will just about give us time to get the prehistoric reptiles out of our hair!" grinned the irrepressible Monk. "And maybe somethin’ else will turn up soon."
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