Clinging vines adorned the walls, and huge trees of the deciduous species grew out of the roof and piles of moldering stone.
Everywhere all was desolation and decay.
But one building, massive and commanding, with huge pillars of some strange blue stone, seemed comparatively well preserved.
This building at once attracted Tony Buckden’s attention.
He clapped his hands excitedly.
“As I live!” he declared, “that looks like the temple described by Metlo.”
“Indeed!” exclaimed Frank.
“That is the truth.”
“But where are the anacondas?”
“Where?”