A moment later the Spectre rested on terra firma.
And there was the stone mound for a fact. It was just as the party had left it years before, so Nicodemus declared.
The captain was so excited that he hardly knew what to do.
He finally managed to procure a shovel and with Frank climbed over the air-ship’s rail.
In a few moments the two men were alongside the mound.
The captain hastily dropped his shovel and climbed to the top of the mound. He removed the stone cap and peered down into the place.
He remained in this position for a long time and Frank had thought of speaking to him, when he suddenly arose.
His face, as he turned it toward Frank, was white as chalk.
“By whales!” he said huskily, “it is not there, Frank!”
“Not there?”