"Jesus!" Powell muttered. He stepped back into the darkness, thinking desperately. Hassop’s screams had aroused the jungle, and there was a roaring and an echoing rumble in his ears. He reached out on the TP Band, sensing, touching, feeling. There was nothing but blind fear, blind rage, blind instinct around him. The hippos, sodden and viscid ... the crocodiles, deaf, angry, hungry ... swambats, as furious as rhinoceri whose size they doubled ... A quarter mile off were the faint broadcasts of elephant, wapiti, giant cats ...