“Maybe he thinks we’ll help him,” Willie began. “Maybe—”
His speculation ceased at that point, for the ground beneath his feet began to shake and tremble.
For an instant the Scouts thought that Captain Carter had touched off another mighty explosion, more powerful than anything that had preceded it.
But their reasoning told them better. No man-made dynamite could cause an entire area to be so convulsed.
Walls of stone houses lining the streets were weaving and crackling. A massive pillar came tumbling down.
Great chasms had developed in the earth, so deep that they seemed without bottom. Monoliths of immense size were hurled down.
“An earthquake!” cried Willie, seizing a rock for support.
“One of the worst this area has had since I’ve been here!” gasped Mr. Monahan.
A great dust rose from the ruined city. Everywhere there was screaming, shouting and terror as natives sought refuge.
“The wrath of the Gods is being visited upon the city,” murmured Mr. Monahan.