Not one hundred yards distant was the mighty gateway of a city.
The towers upon either side rose to a height of fully one hundred feet.
The wall was high, massive and thick. But it was time cracked and tumbling and decayed.
It required but a glance, however, to detect the evidences of former magnificence and grandeur.
“Hurrah!” shouted young Buckden, completely beside himself. “At last we have found the city of Mazendla.”
All was excitement and our explorers could hardly contain themselves.
Frank steered the Steam Man straight for the gateway and passed through it.
Before them stretched the wide street of the city.
It was fully two hundred feet wide. Upon either side rose high buildings and all in a state of decay.
The wide street, which seemed to extend for miles through this mammoth city, was paved with blocks of a species of sandstone.