“But who—who is Blazes?” asked the Prince of Ragbad, stretching out both his hands imploringly.
“The keeper of the volcano,” answered the second rower, looking at Tatters intently.
“Lightning, thunder, hot winds and earthquakes!” crowed the weather cock wildly.
Grampa flopped hopelessly into the bottom of the boat.
Into the Volcano
CHAPTER 11
Into the Volcano
By the time Grampa had recovered enough to sit up the boat was scraping on the black rocks at the foot of the dark tower.
“Cinders! Soot!” called the rowers loudly. In answer to their hail a door opened cautiously and the keepers of the dark tower peered out.