"And with what horrible death do you threaten us?" inquired Lady Helena.
"The death of the sacrilegious, my friends," continued Paganel. "The avenging flames are under our feet. Let us open a way for them."
"What! you would make a volcano?" cried Captain Mangles.
"Yes, a factitious, an improvised one, whose fury we will control. There is quite a supply of vapors and subterranean fires that only ask for an outlet. Let us arrange an artificial eruption for our own advantage."
"The idea is good," said the major, "and well conceived, Paganel."
"You understand," resumed the geographer, "that we are to feign being consumed by the flames of Pluto, and shall disappear spiritually in the tomb of Kara-Tété."
A VOLCANO IN MINIATURE.
"Where we shall remain three, four, or five days, if necessary, till the savages are convinced of our death, and abandon the siege."
"But if they think of making sure of our destruction," said Miss Grant, "and climb the mountain?"
"No, my dear Mary," replied Paganel, "they will not do that. The mountain is tabooed, and if it shall itself devour its profaners the taboo will be still more rigorous."