The slippery chute brought a suggestion from Holman. He advised that the
two girls and the Professor remain at the bottom while he and I took one
end of the rope to the top so that we could haul them up the wet track
that I had scaled with difficulty.
"We won't be five minutes!" I cried. "Stay where you are till we
signal."
I didn't think, as Holman and I crawled to the top of that place, what
an eventful five minutes that would be. But the big things of life are
crammed into minutes, and Time was bringing the most thrilling one of
our lives toward us as we scrambled up the chute. Our adventures upon
the Isle of Tears were to have a climax that fitted them.
Holman stopped as I had done and thrust his face down upon the rock as
his eyes caught a glimpse of the glittering wall of the crater that came
suddenly into view. The rays of the sun blazing down upon the stained
sides of the mysterious pit made the veins of colour appear like
brilliant snakes. The patch that was framed by the walls of the opening
through which we gazed was a wild riot of scintillating, blinding
colours that dazzled our eyes as we stared at them.
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