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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Do you know what you are looking at?" asked Hall in my ear. "I begin to suspect," I replied, "that you have accidentally run into Dr. Syx's mine." "If Dr. Syx had been on his guard this accident wouldn't have happened," replied Hall, with an almost inaudible chuckle. "I heard you remark a month ago," I said, "that you were changing the direction of your tunnel.
Even the twin tunnels were involved in the ruin, a vast cavity being left in the mountain-side where Syx's ten acres had been. The force of the explosion was so great that the shattered rock was reduced to dust. To this fact was owing the escape of the troops camped near.
"Not only that," replied my friend, "but within the next few minutes I shall have the pleasure of presenting to you a button of moon metal, fresh from the veins of Artemis herself." I shall spare the reader a recital of the tireless efforts, continuing through many almost sleepless weeks, whereby Andrew Hall obtained his clew to Dr. Syx's method.
The whole world is supplied by Syx's furnace, and Syx feeds his furnace with something that comes from his ten acres of Grand Teton rock. What is that something? How does he get it, and where does he hide it? These are the things I should like to find out." "Well," I replied, "I fear I can't help you."
I made up my mind as soon as I had penetrated Syx's secret that he obtained the metal from those mystic white streaks which radiate from Tycho, and which have puzzled the astronomers ever since the invention of telescopes.
Syx's mill used to send up its plume of black smoke. "As I stared up the gaunt form of the Teton, whose beetling precipices had been smashed and split by the great explosion, I was seized with a resistless impulse to climb it. I thought I should like to peer off again from that pinnacle which had once formed so fateful a watch-tower for me.
You were kind enough to lend your assistance in that experiment, and it gave me irrefragable evidence of the existence of a shaft of flying atoms extending in a direct line between Dr. Syx's pretended mine and the moon!" "Hall!" I exclaimed, "you are mad!" My friend smiled good-naturedly, and went on with his story.
Jackson's Lake, Jenny's Lake, Leigh's Lake, and several lakelets glittered in the sunlight amid the pale grays and greens of Jackson's Hole, while many a bending reach of the Snake River shone amid the wastes of sage-brush and rock. "There!" suddenly exclaimed Hall, "I thought I should find it." "What?" "Take a look through my glass at the roof of Syx's mill. Look just in the centre."
If you will come along I'll ask you to help me by carrying and operating a light transit I shall carry another myself. I am desirous to get the elevation that the kite attains and certain other data that will be of use to me. We will make a detour towards the south, for I don't want old Syx's suspicions to be prodded any more." "What interest can he have in your kite-flying?"
The various nations published official bulletins in which the general facts omitting, of course, such incidents as the singular exhibition seen by the visiting financiers on the wall of Dr. Syx's office were detailed to gratify the universal desire for information.
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