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<h2> CHAPTER XIV. A MARVELLOUS VISION. </h2>
<p>But the night was considerably older ere any one of that quartette lost
himself in slumber, for all had been too thoroughly wrought up by the
exciting events of the past day for sleep to claim an easy subject.</p>
<p>By common consent, however, that one particular subject was barred for the
present, and then, sitting in a cosy group about the glowing fire there in
the cavern, the recently formed friends talked and chatted, asking and
answering questions almost past counting.</p>
<p>Little wonder that such should be the case, so far as Cooper Edgecombe was
concerned, since he had been lost to the busy world and its many changes
for a long decade.</p>
<p>Then, too, his own dreary existence held a strange charm for the
air-voyagers, and the exile grew wonderfully cheerful and bright-eyed as
he in part depicted his struggles to sustain life against such heavy odds,
and still strove to keep alive that one hope,—that even yet he might
be able to discover a clew to his loved and lost ones.</p>
<p>"Not alive; I have long since abandoned that faint hope. But if I might
only find something to make sure, something that I could pray over, then
bury where my heart could hover above—"</p>
<p>"You are still alive, good friend, yet you have spent long years out here
in the wilderness," gently suggested the professor.</p>
<p>Edgecombe flinched, as one might when a rude hand touches a still raw
wound.</p>
<p>"But they, my wife, my baby girl,—they could never have lived as I
have existed. They surely must have perished; if not at once, then when
the first cruel storms of hideous winter came howling down from the far
north!"</p>
<p>"Unless they were found and rescued by—who knows, my good sir?"
forcing a cheerful smile, which, unfortunately, was only surface-born, as
the exile lifted his head with a start and a gasping ejaculation. "Since
it seems fairly well proven that this supposedly unknown land is actually
inhabited, why may your loved ones not have been rescued?"</p>
<p>"The Indians? You mean by the Aztecs, sir?"</p>
<p>"If Aztecans they should really prove; why not?"</p>
<p>"But, surely I have heard—sacrifices?" huskily breathed the greatly
agitated man, while the professor, realising how he was making a bad
matter worse, brazenly falsified the records, declaring that no human
sacrifices had ever stained the record of that noble, honourable, gallant
race; and then changed the subject as quickly as might be.</p>
<p>Nevertheless, there was one good effect following that talk. Cooper
Edgecombe had dreaded nothing so much as the fear of being left behind by
these, the first white people he had seen for what seemed more than an
ordinary lifetime; but now, when the professor hinted at a longing to take
a spin through ether, for the purpose of winning a wider view, he eagerly
seconded that idea, even while realising that it would be difficult to
take him along with the rest.</p>
<p>Still, nothing was definitely settled that evening, and at a fairly
respectable hour before the turn of night, the air-voyagers were wrapped
in their blankets and soundly slumbering.</p>
<p>Not so the exile. Sleep was far from his brain, and while he really knew
that danger could hardly menace that wondrous bit of ingenious mechanism,
he watched it throughout that long night, ready to risk his own life in
its defence should the occasion arise.</p>
<p>Why not, since his whole future depended upon the aeromotor? By its aid he
hoped to reach civilization once more; and in spite of the great loss
which had wrecked his life, he was thrilled to the centre by that glorious
prospect. Here he was dead while breathing; there he would at least be in
touch with his fellow men once more!</p>
<p>An early meal was prepared by the exile, and in readiness when his trio of
guests awakened to the new day; and then, while busily discussing the
really appetising viands placed before them, the next move was fully
determined upon.</p>
<p>Not a little to his secret delight, the professor heard Edgecombe broach
the subject of further explorations, and seeing that his excitement had
passed away in goodly measure during the silent watches of the night, he
talked with greater freedom.</p>
<p>"Of course we'll keep in touch with you, here, friend, and take no
decisive move without your knowledge and consent. Our fate shall be yours,
and your fate shall be ours. Only—I would dearly love to catch a
glimpse of—If there should actually be a Lost City in existence!"</p>
<p>"If there is, as there surely must be one of some description, judging
from the number of red men I have seen collecting here at the lake,"
observed the exile, "you certainly ought to make the discovery with the
aid of your air-ship. You can ascend at will, of course, sir?"</p>
<p>Nothing loath, the professor spoke of his pet and its wondrous
capabilities, and then all hands left the cavern for the outer air, to
prepare for action.</p>
<p>As a further assurance, uncle Phaeton begged Edgecombe to enter the
aerostat, then skilfully caused the vessel to float upward into clear
space, sailing out over the lake even to the whirlpool itself before
turning, his passenger eagerly watching every move and touch of hand,
asking questions which proved him both shrewd and ingenious, from a
mechanical point of view.</p>
<p>Returning to their starting-point, Edgecombe sprang lightly to earth to
make way for the brothers, face ruddy and eyes aglow as he again begged
them all to keep watch for aught which might solve the mystery yet
surrounding the fate of his loved ones.</p>
<p>The promise was given, together with an earnest assurance that they would
soon return; then the parting was cut as short as might be, all feeling
that such a course was wisest and kindest, after all.</p>
<p>For an hour or more the air-ship sped on, high in air, its inmates viewing
the various and varying landmarks beneath and beyond them, all marvelling
at the fact that such an immense scope of country should for so long be
left in its native virginity, especially where all are so land-hungry.</p>
<p>Then, as nothing of especial interest was brought to their notice, uncle
Phaeton quite naturally reverted to that suit of Aztecan armour, and the
glorious possibilities which the words of the exile had opened up to them
as explorers.</p>
<p>Bruno listened with unfeigned interest, but not so his more mercurial
brother, who took advantage of an opening left by the professor, to
bluntly interject:</p>
<p>"What mighty good, even if you should find it all, uncle Phaeton? You
couldn't pick it up and tote it away, to start a dime museum with. And, as
for my part,—I'll tell you what! If we could only find something
like Aladdin's cave, now!"</p>
<p>"Growing miserly in your old age, are you, lad?" mocked his uncle.</p>
<p>"No; I don't mean just that. His trees were hung with riches, but mine
should be—crammed and crowded full of plum pudding, fruit cake,
angel food, mince pies, and the like! Yes, and there should be fountains
of lemonade! And mountains of ice-cream! And sandbars of caramels, and
chocolate drops, and trilbies, and—well, now, what's the matter with
you fellows, anyway?"</p>
<p>He spoke with boyish indignation at that laughing outbreak, but the kindly
professor quickly managed to smooth the matter over, although not before
Waldo had promised Bruno a sound thumping the first time they set foot
upon land.</p>
<p>Until past the noon hour that pleasant voyage lasted, without any
remarkable discovery being made, the trio munching a cold lunch at their
ease, rather than take the trouble to effect a landing.</p>
<p>But then, not very long after the sun had begun his downward course, there
came a change which caused Featherwit's blood to leap through his veins
far more rapidly than usual, for yonder, still a number of miles away,
there was gradually opening to view a hill-surrounded valley of
considerable dimension, certain portions of which betrayed signs of
cultivation, or at least of vegetation different from aught the explorers
had as yet come across since entering that land of wonders.</p>
<p>Almost unwittingly Professor Featherwit sent the air-ship higher, even as
it sped onward at quickened pace, his face as pale as his eyes were
glittering, intense anticipation holding him spellbound for the time
being. And then—the wondrous truth!</p>
<p>"Behold!" he cried, shrilly, pointing as he spoke.</p>
<p>"Houses yonder! Cultivated fields, and—see! human beings in motion,
who are—"</p>
<p>"Kicking up a great old bobbery, just as though they'd sighted us, and
wanted to know—I say, uncle Phaeton, how would it feel to get
punched full of holes by a parcel of bow-arrows?"</p>
<p>With a quick motion the air-ship was turned, darting lower and off at a
sharp angle to its former course, for the professor likewise saw what had
attracted the notice of his younger nephew.</p>
<p>Scattered here and there throughout that secluded valley were human
beings, nearly all of whom had sprung into sudden motion, doubtless amazed
or frightened by the appearance of that oddly shaped air-demon.</p>
<p>Brief though that view had been, it was sufficiently long to show the
professor houses of solid and substantial shape, cultivated plots, human
beings, and a little river whose clear waters sparkled and flashed in the
sunlight.</p>
<p>It was very hard to cut that view so short, but the professor had not lost
all prudence, and he knew that danger to both vessel and passengers might
follow a nearer intrusion upon the privacy of yonder armed people. Yet his
face was fairly glowing with glad exultation as he brought the aerostat to
a lower strata of air, shutting off all view from yonder valley, as it lay
amid its encircling hills.</p>
<p>"Hurrah!" he cried, snatching off his cap and waving it enthusiastically,
as the air-ship floated onward at ease. "At last! Found—we've
discovered it at last! And all is true,—all is true!"</p>
<p>"Found what, uncle Phaeton?" asked Waldo, a bit doubtfully.</p>
<p>"The Lost City of the Aztecs, of course! Oh, glad day, glad day!"</p>
<p>"Unless—what if it should prove to be only a—a mirage, uncle
Phaeton?" almost timidly ventured Bruno, a moment later.</p>
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