Cummings peered over somewhat fearfully into the dark depths.
“The sea pours into that ravine, and then at high water empties into a hole in the earth that penetrates nobody knows how deeply into the bowels of the island,” said Jarrold.
“Has nobody ever explored it?” asked Cummings, unconsciously sinking his voice.
“Yes, some explorers fitted up a boat once and announced that they were going to enter the ravine, and thence penetrate into the unexplored cavern where the waters disappear,” was the reply.
“And what did they find?” asked Cummings.
“Well, they never came back to tell,” rejoined Jarrold, with grim jocularity.
He brought the car to a sudden stop. A sheer wall of rock shot up before them. It was the end of the giant cleft in the earth. There were steps cut in the forbidding acclivity and on a platform far above were traces of ruined buildings.
“That’s what is left of the old Don’s castle, up there yonder,” said Jarrold, pointing.
“And the Lion’s Mouth is up there?” asked Cummings.
Jarrold nodded.