“Where is it?”
“I learned it from a native.”
“Ah!”
“Go due east across this table-land. When a tall, sugar-loaf shaped mountain is directly ahead of you, bear to the right and enter a canyon. It will take you directly to Mazendla, the most wonderful of cities.”
“All right,” cried Frank. “We will follow your directions. All aboard, everybody!”
All scrambled into the cage, and Frank set the Steam Man in motion.
The temple in the forest and the strange race of pigmies were left behind. Nothing more was seen of them.
The Steam Man rapidly crossed the plain.
In the course of an hour the distant shadowy peak of a mountain was seen.
It was some while before its shape became sufficiently clear to decide the question as to whether it was the sugar loaf mountain they were in quest of.