She shook her head:
"These are not prehistoric mounds."
"Why not?"
"Because they have been freshly made."
"How do you know?"
"The earth is freshly upheaved; great trees, partly uprooted, slant at every angle from the sides of the enormous piles of newly upturned earth; sand and stones are still sliding from the raw ridges."
She leaned nearer and dropped her voice still lower:
"More than that," she said, "my father and I both have seen one of these huge circles in the making!"
"What!" I exclaimed, incredulously.
"It is true. We have seen several. And it enrages father."