“I guess they are common in every part of this country.”
“Ugh! I can never think of that one that almost got poor Ding-dong without a shudder.”
“Well, let’s push on. This place seems to have a sort of dome for a roof.”
As he spoke, Nat flashed his light up till its beam of radiance showed a finely modeled but low dome above them. As the light fell on the concave structure, the lad gave a cry.
“Look, Joe! Look!”
“What? Where?”
“Up there, right above us!”
“Why, it’s a huge silver moon embossed on the dome!”
“That’s what it is. There is almost as much silver there as there is gold on the sacred dome. Those old fellows were not sparing with precious metals.”
“I should say not. But what’s that over there, Nat? Surely it’s a door.”