“Lead on; I would know more of these mysterious passages, but I am hungry and cold.”
“Just now thou wert hot.”
“Yes, I am chilled and yet feverish.”
“Come, my gentle boy, and Girzilla will take thee where thou canst rest.”
A few yards and a sudden turn, and the narrow passageway gave place to a large plateau, on which huge bowlders were scattered promiscuously.
Scattered—apparently too large for human hands to move, and yet they bore evidence of having been transported thither.
They were of red granite, while the native rocks were of a different stone.
Max, tired and weary, sat down on one of the granite blocks, but he quickly left his seat.
He leaped away as though he had been stung by a viper.
Girzilla laughed at him, which of course added to his annoyance.