‪“Humph!” exclaimed Tony, with a shrug of his shoulders. ‪“That is the truth.” “Well, I’m not ready to go home yet.” ‪“You are not?” ‪“No.” ‪“Why not?” ‪“Because I propose to find the ruined city and its treasure first. I thought that you had come here to help me.” ‪“Do you believe it exists?” ‪“Of course I do.” ‪“Near here?” ‪“Why, I believe that we are not ten miles from it.” “But if it is inhabited with people like these with whom we have just had a little experience——” ‪“But it is not. It is a ruined and deserted city. Come, Frank, with your Steam Man we can find it. You must agree to go.” Frank was silent a moment. Now that he had accomplished the real object of his mission—the rescue of Tony Buckden—he was quite willing to turn about and go home. But he knew Tony well enough to be sure that he was very much in earnest. He would not leave his purpose unaccomplished, even though it cost him his life. There was no doubt but that with the Steam Man the country could be safely explored. Frank was a trifle skeptical now as to the real existence of Mazendla. But he reasoned that it would do no great harm to give at least another week to exploration. In that time, no doubt, Tony would be satisfied, and then of course would willingly return. So Frank extended his hand. ‪“All right, Tony,” he declared, ‪“I am with you.” ‪“Good for you, old pard!” cried Buckden, joyfully. ‪“I knew you would do it. Now for Mazendla.” ‪“But I must say I have no idea of the location of the city.” ‪“But I do.” ‪“You do?” ‪“Yes.” ‪“Where is it?” ‪“I learned it from a native.” ‪“Ah!” ‪“Go due east across this table-land. When a tall, sugar-loaf shaped mountain is directly ahead of you, bear to the right and enter a canyon. It will take you directly to Mazendla, the most wonderful of cities.” ‪“All right,” cried Frank. ‪“We will follow your directions. All aboard, everybody!” All scrambled into the cage, and Frank set the Steam Man in motion. The temple in the forest and the strange race of pigmies were left behind. Nothing more was seen of them. The Steam Man rapidly crossed the plain. In the course of an hour the distant shadowy peak of a mountain was seen. It was some while before its shape became sufficiently clear to decide the question as to whether it was the sugar loaf mountain they were in quest of. But Buckden declared that it was, and that they were on the right track. So Frank kept the Steam Man going at full speed. Every moment now they drew nearer the mountain. ‪“Look!” cried Buckden, suddenly springing up, ‪“there is the canyon. I tell you we are all right.” ‪“Shall we go for the canyon?” asked Frank Reade, Jr. ‪“Yes.” A short while later the Steam Man was picking his way along through a mighty gorge fully a thousand feet deep. For hours the travelers toiled through this mighty gorge. Then suddenly the Steam Man came out on a mighty plateau. And before the explorers was now spread a most wonderful sight.