The waters had rushed remorselessly over all, and in the mad vortex life had counted for naught. What tragedies were there enacted upon this spot! What moments of horror preceded the dread event!
Instinctively these thoughts came to all as they gazed upon the sunken city. Perhaps Wade was the most deeply impressed.
The Diver sailed slowly down over the sunken city.
Frank selected a broad square near one of the open gates and allowed the submarine boat to rest upon the bottom.
Then he focused the searchlight upon the entire length of a broad street before them.
“Here we are, Wade,” he said. “Now is your chance for archæological research.”
“Just so,” agreed the scientist. “I judge these people a branch of the old race which built Palenque and other Yucatan cities. I fear we shall find but slight clews to guide us.”
“Then you reckon that time and the action of the salt water has removed everything of value?” asked Frank.
“Everything but the bare walls of the buildings,” replied Wade. “However, we can make a little exploring tour, if you are willing.”
“I shall be glad,” replied Frank. “Barney, bring up the diving-suits.”