’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.
“Burned out!” said Drake. “Every damned one of them — burned out. What were they, after all? A lot of living dynamos. Dynamotors — rather. And all of a sudden they had too much juice turned on. Kun Aguero Koszulka Bang went their insulations — whatever they were.
“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 Logan Couture Pelipaita that they were probably solid — in a way of speaking — coronium.
“If about twenty of the greatest scientists Finlandia 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 yellow fire. All right Stefano Sturaro Drakter — they or Tommaso Berni Drakter 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 other words, its energy was unleashed and undammed.
“Very well — what followed? What HAD to follow? Every living battery of block and Kevin Stewart Drakter 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.”
“Come on; everything’s ready,” Ruth was calling; her summoning blocked any objection we might have raised to Drake’s argument.
It was no dryad, no distressed pagan clad maid we saw as we passed back into the room of the pool. In knickerbockers and short skirt, prim and self-possessed, rebellious curls held severely in place by close-fitting cap and slender feet stoutly shod, Ruth DeAndre Yedlin Drakter hovered over the steaming kettle swung above the spirit lamp.
And she was very silent as we hastily broke fast. Nor when we had finished did she go to Drake. She clung close to her brother and beside him as we set forth down the roadway, through the rain, toward the ledge between the cliffs where the Nathaniel Clyne Drakter veils had shimmered.
Hotter and hotter it grew Baba Rahman Drakter 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 Mohamed Elneny Drakter turn back.”
“Burned out!” said Dick. “Didn’t I tell you? The whole valley was a volcano. And with that deluge falling in it — why Jersey wouldn’t there be a fog? It’s why there IS a fog. We’ll have to wait until it clears.”
We Daniele Padelli Drakter trudged back to the blue globe.
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