The ground rose and fell in billows.
The air was filled with the thunder and crash of falling buildings.
The temple of treasure, which was full of the anacondas, was literally leveled to the dust.
It remained a great, moldering heap of ruins. Dozens, perhaps hundreds of the huge snakes were crushed in the ruins.
The treasure of Mazendla was beyond the reach of our adventurers now.
In three minutes the entire disturbance was over.
The city presented a vastly different aspect now.
Many of the mammoth buildings were a heap of ruins. Trees were uprooted, and a scene of havoc was upon every hand.
“Golly fo’ goodness!” gasped the startled Pomp, as he pulled himself together. “I kain’t say dat I’m stuck on yarthquakes, am yo’ Marse Frank?”
“No,” replied Frank, as he adjusted a sprained shoulder. “And what is more, we will start this very moment for civilization, and the land where earthquakes never happen.”