He was wholly at a loss to understand the transformation.
“Golly fo’ glory, jiminy Christmas cracky, golly fo’ gosh!” burst forth the rattled African. “Am dis chile in a dream, or am I a fo’ suah loonatick?”
Pomp could not have sworn to either asseveration at that moment.
It was some moments before he fully recovered himself.
Then gradually an explanation of the affair began to creep over him.
“I jes’ fink I see it all now!” he muttered. “De top of de berg hab jest broke on an’ keeled right ober and covered dis chile up.”
Pomp had hit it right.
This was the correct explanation.
The berg had toppled over, or, at least, this section of it had, and in such a manner as to enclose the Explorer in a hollow chamber.
This was the distant rumble and commotion heard by Barney and Frank as described in a previous chapter.