“I wish this was in America and belonged to me,” said Max.
“Why?”
“I would make millions out of it.”
“Inshallah! Isn’t it hot?”
The perspiration poured from them in pints.
They steamed as the heat dried their wet clothes, and, as the vapor arose, it acted like a prism, and made innumerable rainbows in the cave.
“Better be drowned than burned,” said Ibrahim. “I shall jump overboard.”
“And be boiled,” laughed Max, who had just put his hand into the water and felt that the skin had been taken off.
Ibrahim put down his hand, but gave a shriek, weird and unearthly, as he found the water was many degrees hotter than human flesh could stand.
The heat was getting unbearable, but escape there was none.