Now, as we moved around the hole in the
floor, I understood what a tremendous shock it would be to them if we
discovered that there was no connection between the falling water and
the chant.
"I suppose the left side will be the one upon our left hand when facing
the fall?" said Holman.
"I suppose so," I stammered. "Let us move up close to the side of the
water."
We edged along till we could touch the flashing stream that dropped from
some point high up in the immense roof of the place, and then we started
to step the distance, the Professor chattering along behind us, while
the two girls brought up the rear.
Holman chanted the numbers aloud, and a cold sweat broke out upon me as
he counted. A fear of my own sanity came upon me. I thought that this
connection between the song and the luminous water might have been
suggested by a brain that had suddenly lost its balance under the
torture of the preceding three days.
"Fifty-six! Fifty-seven! Fifty-eight!----"
It was Holman's voice, but to my reeling brain the sound came from the
roof and thundered in my ears like a brazen bell.
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