A week passed thus.
Waiting and watching of course grew extremely monotonous. So after awhile diversions were indulged in to pass away the time.
Hunting trips were made into the interior of the mysterious country.
Many strange things were seen, and once a glimpse was had of a mighty cavern mouth far up in the hills, in which there were grouped a dozen of giant men.
They were no doubt of the giant race which inhabited those mountains. It seemed as if they must be fully seven feet in height and of enormous build.
Our adventurers took good care to keep out of their way, for a collision with them might not be pleasant.
Two weeks drifted by.
Then the first of a series of thrilling events occurred.
Nicodemus arose early one morning and walked around the far shore of the lake.
He was pacing the sands abstractedly when his eye caught something in the sand.