Barney and Pomp were busy aboard the Steam Man preparing the evening meal.
Frank fancied that through the dense foliage of the trees he could discern the white walls of a building.
Barney and Pomp could not see it, but Frank was sure that he could. The famous inventor exclaimed:
“I am not sure but that we are in the neighborhood of the ruined city of Mazendla. It may be that yonder grove of trees conceals it.”
“Begorra, Misther Frank, maybe yez are roight,” declared Barney, “but be Mither Murphy’s pigs, I can’t see that same with me own eyes!”
“Can’t you? Look sharply now to the left.”
Barney strained his vision.
“Divil a bit av it.”
“That is queer.”
“Bejabers, I think so.”