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Updated: June 10, 2025
Without Jarvo or Akko or some one who understood, you might have sailed the high seas all your life and never have come any nearer to Yaque." St. George reflected. "Is Yaque the only example of this kind of thing," he asked, "that the Fourth Dimension would reveal?" "By no means," said the prince in surprise, "the world is literally teeming with like revelations, once the key is in your hands.
George looked at Jarvo, bounding up the stony way as easily as if he were bounding down. "Ah well now," he said, "you know on the moon an ordinary man would weigh only twenty-six or seven pounds. Why not here? We aren't held down by any map!" They laughed at the pleasant enormity of the idea and were hurrying on when Akko, behind them, broke his settled silence.
From there on the way was easier, leveling occasionally, frequently swelling to gentle ridges, and at last winding up a steep trail that was not difficult to keep in spite of the fast falling night. And at length Jarvo, rounding a huge hummock where converging ridges met, scrambled over the last of these and threw himself on the ground. "Now," he said simply.
Instantly a powerful and delightful fragrance rose, and the thick fumes possessed the air. Amory threw out his hands blindly, caught dizzily at Rollo, and was half dragged by Jarvo to the open window. "Oh, I say, sir " burst out Rollo, more upset over the loss of the wine than he was alarmed at the occurrence. If it came to losing a good, nitzy Burgundy, Rollo knew what that meant.
Do let us see what we can." "You must be blindfolded, adôn," repeated Jarvo firmly. Amory, passing his arms reflectively through the rubber straps which Akko held for him, spoke cheerfully: "I'll go up blindfold," he submitted, "if I can smoke." "Neither of us will," said St. George with determination. "See here, Jarvo, we are both level-headed.
"Anybody would think I was Crass, writing head-lines," he told himself, and blew a cloud of smoke through which to look at Jarvo. "What are you talking about?" he demanded sternly. Jarvo had a little key in his hand, which he shook. The key was on a slender, carved ring, and it jingled. And when he offered it to him Amory abstractedly took it. "See, adôn," said Jarvo, "see!
But what was the meaning of that news of the prince's treachery which Jarvo and Akko had come bearing? The prince had faithfully fulfilled his mission and had conducted the daughter of the King of Yaque safely to her father's country. What did it all mean? St. George hardly noted the majestic square through which they were passing.
"The prince knew nothing of your country, adôn," answered Jarvo simply. "He might have needed us to enter it." "To climb the custom-house," said Amory abstractedly, and laughed out suddenly in sheer light-heartedness. Here was come to them an undertaking to which St. George himself must warm as he had warmed at the prospect of the voyage.
George, "or is there a passage in the rock?" Bennietod hugged himself in uncontrollable ecstasy. "Hully Gee, a submarine passage, in under de sea, like Jules Werne," he said in a delight that was almost awe. "There is a way over the rock," said Jarvo, "partly hewn, partly natural, and this is known to the islanders alone. That way we must take.
Before the yacht, blazoned on a dark, water-polished stratum of the volcanic stone, was the White Blade which Jarvo told them marked the subterranean entrance to the mysterious island. St. George and his companions and Barnay, Jarvo and Akko were on deck. Rollo, whose soul did not disdain to be valet to a steam yacht, was tranquilly mending a canvas cushion.
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