CHAPTER XII.
DOOM OF THE SILVER PALACE.
Bushnell leaped from his horse and began tearing the packs from the backs of the led animals. He worked with mad haste, and there was an awesome, insane glare in his eyes.
"The man is crazy!" roared Professor Scotch. "The volcano is certain to break forth before long—it must be on the verge of breaking forth now. If we remain here we are doomed!"
"Oxcuse me!" fluttered Hans. "I vos retty to gone righd avay queek."
The professor turned to Frank with his appeal:
"Come, boy, let's get away before destruction comes upon us. We must not remain here."
Frank sprang down from his snorting horse, flung the rein to Hans, and leaped to Bushnell's side.
"You are mad to think of remaining here!" he said, swiftly. "Come away, and we will return when the volcano is at peace."