There were minarets and spires, domes and obelisks and huge public squares with giant statuary.
The city, buildings, streets, and all, were as white as driven snow. It was a most bewildering sight.
But all was as quiet and deserted as the tomb.
It was a city without people.
Frank brought the Dart to a stop, and all gazed upon the scene for a time with deep interest.
“The lost Atlantis!” declared Prof. Von Bulow. “It is not a myth, after all.”
“Do you suppose there is any treasure in the place?” asked Captain Bell, with sudden inspiration.
All laughed at this, and Frank said:
“Bell, you will yet gain the reputation of treasure hunter.”
“That is what I am,” acknowledged the captain. “I have been hunting for a fortune all my life, and I mean to have it before I die, if I have luck.”