“That’s the valley!” cried Harvey Brill, as they got above the depths. “Now to see if I can find my gold after the landslide!”
It was a wild and desolate gash in the earth—a great valley in the midst of towering mountain peaks. In very truth nothing but an airship or a balloon could have entered it as it was now.
“Well, here we go, boys!” said Jerry, a trifle solemnly, as he tilted the deflecting rudder.
All about them were rugged peaks, some snow-capped, others, not so high, covered with a dense forest growth. Below them lay the mysterious and silent valley that hid the wealth of gold.
Would they find it?
Everyone asked himself that question as the Comet descended into the depths.
[CHAPTER XXII]
A DISAPPOINTED PROFESSOR
Wild and desolate indeed, was the scene upon which those in the motorship gazed as their craft sank into the valley on the Canadian Border. Located in the midst of a vast mountain range, the great gash in the earth looked as if a giant had, with some titanic shovel, scooped out earth and rocks to make a vast bed for himself. The valley, located well up in the midst of the mountains, extended north and south for many miles. In fact it lay directly across the Border, so that about half of it was in Canada and the other half in the United States.