Then of a sudden the light itself appeared, and a tall figure came gliding out of the passage. "Drorathusa!" exclaimed Milton Rhodes. This sudden lurch from agonized suspense and Gorgonic imagination to glad reality left me for some seconds speechless. "Well, well," laughed Milton Rhodes, pressing the button and flooding the place with light, "isn't imagination a wonderful thing?" "But," said I, "what on earth does this mean?" "Look there, Bill, _look_!" cried Rhodes. "Look at that!" Drorathusa was moving straight towards us, a strange smile on that beautiful Sibylline face of hers. "What do you mean? Look at what?" "The canteen! Look at her canteen!" cried Milton pointing excitedly. Drorathusa stopped and raised the canteen, which was incased in canvas-like stuff. It was wet. Yes, it was wet and dripping. "Water!" I cried, springing up and rushing toward her. "_Narranawnzee!_" smiled Drorathusa, reaching out the canteen toward my clutching fingers. Great Pluvius, how I did drink! I'd be drinking yet if Rhodes hadn't seized the vessel and wrested it from me. "You must be careful, Bill," he said. "We mustn't drink too much at first." And he raised the canteen forthwith and proceeded to swallow a couple of quarts. "For Heaven's sake," I told him, "leave some for the others!" "Yes," said Rhodes, handing the water to Drorathusa. "We have been kind of ungallant, Bill--hoggish, I'm afraid. But I was as dry as a burnt cork." Ere he had ceased speaking, Drorathusa was moving toward her companions. How wonderful was that change, that rush from out the black depths of despair! And yet our situation was still truly a terrible one, for we were _lost_. But we did not think of that now. Water, water! We had water now and rejoiced as though we had been caught up and set down in the loveliest of all the lovely glades of Paradise. A few minutes, and we all (with tent and packs, with everything) were following Drorathusa through the passage, were hurrying toward that spring or stream or pool which she had discovered. What whim, what freak of strange chance had led that mysterious woman forth whilst others slept the sleep of despair, forth into that particular passage? Even now I do not know the answer. After following its sinuosities for several hundred feet, we suddenly stepped out of the passage and into a great chamber. This, like our sleeping-place was weird and savage in the extreme. Broken rock-masses rose up, in all directions. There were distorted pyramids, fantastic pinnacles, spires, obelisks, even pillars, but they were pillars grotesque and awful as though seen in a dream.