They landed with a thump on a small ledge. “Did you know this was here?” gasped Dippa. “Er . . . of course!” said Teggs quickly. Dippa peered over the edge. “How deep is this crack?” she wondered. “And what’s at the bottom of it?” A spooky, wailing noise rose up from the darkness. It was the same noise they had heard back on the Sauropod. “Who needs Gipsy’s tracker?” said Teggs. “Whatever that thing is, it’s right beneath us!” He explored along the ledge a little further. Soon the winking lights on his battle helmet lit up a jagged gash in the smooth rock beside him. “It’s another crack . . . a sort of passageway! Come on, before the oviraptors find us.” “I don’t like scary passageways,” whispered Dippa. “Why don’t we just let King Albu have the eggs?” Teggs stared at her. “How can you even think such a thing?”
