"Quién sabe, Bill?" said Milton Rhodes.
The next moment we were moving towards it.
"Look!" ejaculated Rhodes suddenly. "Look at that! It goes clear across!"
"Yes," I said, stopping and gazing at that strange dim mass; "it goes clear across.
"And," I added, "that's the place, over there on the other side—that's where they are waiting for us!"
Chapter 19
THE ANGEL AND HER DEMON
"I shouldn't be a bit surprised," said Milton Rhodes. "And a strange bridge, that, truly. It looks like a ruin, a ruin that has not fallen."
It looked like a ruin indeed. So ruinous did it appear that I wondered how the mass could possibly remain intact. A short advance, however, and the mystery was solved. The hand of man had not builded that great arch across this dreadful chasm; Nature had fashioned it, there in that region of everlasting darkness. It has, Rhodes said, a remarkable semblance to the celebrated Natural Bridge in Virginia.