rescott lowered his eyes to the depths below, to draw back with a gasp—for what he saw was a vast phosphorescent glow, like a fallen star.
"What—what is it?" he cried, in an awed voice.
And back came the ringing reply:
"The Diamond Thunderbolt!"
"But the radiance of the thing! It couldn't reflect that much light from the moon!"
"No, and it doesn't. But there's nothing uncanny about it. Just what I expected the thing would look like at night. But come on, Professor. You haven't seen the half of it!"
The way led down the jagged, shelving slope, now, and the descent was too precarious for further comment.
Ten minutes passed—fifteen, possibly—when they reached a sheltered, snowless arena where titanic forces had clashed at some remote age. Fragments of splintered rock lay strewn in wild confusion—and among them, glinting in the moonlight, were bright crystals.