The building occupied a space of over an acre, and in style of architecture was not unlike some of the better class of pueblos in Mexico.
But there were richly carved balconies and hanging gardens, piazzas and porticoes, and all done in the whitest of marble.
What was stranger yet, the building did not seem to be a ruin but newly constructed and indeed not altogether finished.
There was evidence that the workmen had not been absent many hours.
Beds of fresh mortar were in the court-yard, slabs of newly cut marble were strewn about.
As the Steam Man entered the court-yard, Frank noticed this and looked for the appearance of any number of workmen.
But to his surprise they did not appear. To all appearance the temple or pueblo in the deep forest was deserted.
For some time our adventurers continued to gaze upon the wonderful building with curiosity and interest.
“Bejabers, I don’t see phwativer they’d want for to build sich a foine house in this place for,” exclaimed Barney. “I don’t undherstand it at all, at all.”
“I jes’ finks dat dis am a new race ob people dat we hab discobered, Marse Frank,” suggested Pomp.