’s something to that,” Ventnor smiled. “Still I’m not keen on taking the chance. At any rate, the first thing to do is to see what happened down there in the Pit. Maybe we’ll have some other idea after that.”
“I know what happened there,” announced Drake, surprisingly. “It was a short circuit!”
We gaped at him, mystified.
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“Bang went they. Burned out — short circuited. I don’t pretend to know why or how. Nonsense! I do know. The cones were some kind of immensely concentrated force — electric, magnetic; either or both or more. I myself believe that they were probably solid — in a way of speaking — coronium.
“If about twenty of the greatest scientists the world has ever known are right, coronium is — well, call it curdled energy. The electric potentiality of Niagara in a pin point of dust of Shea Weber Pelipaita yellow fire. All right — they or IT lost control. Every pin point swelled out into a Niagara. And as it did so, it expanded from a controlled dust dot to an uncontrolled cataract — in Steven Caulker Drakter other words, its energy was unleashed and undammed.
“Very well — what followed? What HAD to follow? Every living battery of block and globe and spike was supercharged and went — blooey. The valley must have been some sweet little volcano while that short circuiting was going on. All right — let’s go down and see what it did to your unclimbable slide and unscalable walls, Ventnor. I’m not sure we won’t be able to get out that way.”
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Hotter and hotter it grew as we advanced; the air steamed like a Turkish bath. The mists clustered so thickly that at last we groped forward step by step, holding to each other.
“No use,” gasped Ventnor. “We couldn’t see. We’ll have to turn back.”
“Burned out!” said Dick. “Didn’t I tell you? The whole valley was a Los Angeles Galaxy volcano. And with that deluge falling in it — why wouldn’t there be a fog? It’s why there IS a fog. We’ll have to wait until it clears.”
We trudged back to the blue globe.
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