“Eh!” exclaimed Frank, in dismay. “Then we’re in a fine trap.”
“That is, if the waters rise higher.”
“Yes, or if not.”
“Why?”
“We are imprisoned on an island made by the top of this hill. The waters may not subside for a year. Nobody knows how long!”
This was the certain truth. The situation was certainly a most appalling one.
But there was one source of comfort left. The rain was beginning to subside.
In a short while the sky began to grow lighter, and soon the blackness passed away. The valley became quite light.
Then the true position they were in was seen by the voyagers. Almost the entire valley was one vast lake.
Only the higher land was exposed. In some places the water must have been of considerable depth.