Adventure stories; Castaways -- Fiction; Islands of the Pacific -- Fiction; Science fiction
But not so. It extended over the southwestern spur and descended to the
arid plateau which ended that fantastic wall of basalt. Every now and
then one or other of the party stooped and took the direction of the
wire. There could be no doubt that it ran directly to the sea. There,
doubtless, in some profound chasm in the igneous rocks, was the
dwelling so vainly sought for until now.
At a few minutes before 10, the colonists arrived upon the high coast
overhanging the ocean. Here the wire wound among the rocks, following a
steep slope down a narrow ravine.
The colonists followed it, at the risk of bringing down upon themselves
a shower of rocks or of being precipitated into the sea. The descent
was extremely perilous, but they thought not of the danger; they were
attracted to this mysterious place as the needle is drawn to the
magnet.
At length, the wire making a sudden turn, touched the shore rocks,
which were beaten by the sea. The colonists had reached the base of the
granite wall.
Here there was a narrow projection running parallel and horizontal to
the sea. The thread led along this point, and the colonists followed.
They had not proceeded more than a hundred paces, when this projection,
by a south inclination, sloped down into the water.
The engineer seized the wire and saw that it led down into the sea.
His companions stood, stupefied, beside him.
Then a cry of disappointment, almost of despair, escaped them! Must
they throw themselves into the water and search some submarine cavern?
In their present state of excitement, they would not have hesitated to
have done it.
An observation made by the engineer stopped them. He led his companions
to the shelter of a pile of rocks and said:——
“Let as wait here. The tide is up. At low water the road will be open.”
“But how do you think—” began Pencroff.
“He would not have called us, unless the means of reaching him had been
provided.”
Smith had spoken with an air of conviction, and, moreover, his
observation was logical. It was, indeed, quite possible that an opening
existed at low water which was covered at present.
It was necessary to wait some hours. The colonists rested in silence
under their shelter. The rain began to fall in torrents. The echoes
repeated the roaring of the thunder in sonorous reverberations.
At midnight the engineer took the lantern and went down to the water’s
edge. It was still two hours before low tide.
Smith had not been mistaken. The entrance to a vast excavation began to
be visible, and the wire, turning at a right angle, entered this
yawning mouth.
Smith returned to his companions and said:——
“In an hour the opening will be accessible.”
“Then there is one,” said Pencroff.
“Do you doubt it?” replied Smith.
“But it will be half full of water,” said Herbert.
“Either it will be perfectly dry,” answered the engineer, “in which
case we will walk, or it will not be dry, and some means of transport
will be furnished us.”
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