We had found the way to Drome.
"And let us hope," said I to Rhodes in the midst of the rejoicing, "that we don't lose it again."
Drorathusa turned her look upon Rhodes and me and pointed down the cavern.
"Narranawnzee," she said.
We understood that.
"Narranawnzee," said we.
Again Drorathusa pointed.
"Drome," she told us.
That too we understood; that is, we thought that we knew what she meant by Drome.
It was a few minutes past seven (p.m.) when we reached the narranawnzee, a fine deep pool without any discoverable inlet or outlet, and there we halted for the "night."