Finding myself alone, I began to investigate the surroundings with a
view of escape. It would have been useless to return as I had come, for
even had my chamber door been open, the other end of the passage was
closed against me; but the man had fastened the great stone portal after
him; it was immovable in its stone socket. I was sealed up alive in a
vault whose only opening was far above my head. How to reach that
outlet was now what most concerned me.
Here I again observed the peculiar odor of those gigantic birds; if it
became much stronger I thought it would stifle me. Examining the walls
of my prison I found them in many places rough enough to afford a
lodgment, huge blocks, projecting into the apartment; but the height was
great, and I dared not attempt climbing to the opening above unless sure
of finding a passable way to the top. The outlet was not directly in
the apex of the roof, but upon one side, near the spring of the arch.
The light was dim, and it was some time before I had fully mastered the
bearings, but after a careful search I discovered in a remote corner a
regular ledge of projecting rock, which appeared to go all the way to
the ceiling. Indeed it looked as if it might have been used as a
stairway to communicate with the roof. I lost no time in trying this,
feeling uncertain as to what fate awaited me. And so, with the little
barrel still upon my back, commenced the ascent immediately. As I had
thought, it led without difficulty to the aperture, and I begun to
congratulate myself with the thought that there was no intention of
making me a prisoner after all, when so easy a way had been provided for
my escape.
But this idea was quickly dispelled on finding myself upon the top of
this lofty formation, which fell away upon every side in great chasms,
and awful rifts, impossible to cross or descend with any means at my
disposal. It was clear enough why there had been no effort to prevent
my emerging here.
Far out over the desert the atmosphere still quivered in the dreadful
heat, but even at this tremendous elevation I could see nothing of the
air ship. Was it too small an object to be recognized so far away, or
was it hid by the undulations of the sand; or, could it be possible, no,
I could not believe it was possible, but still the thought would come to
me, that Torrence had repaired the damage, and sailed away alone to
continue the exploration by himself? I am sure such a conception would
never have entered my mind were it not for the awful strain I had been
subjected to.
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