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"
So
I
should
suppose
.
"
"
It
is
more
than
likely
that
the
lake
may
be
an
old
crater
,
"
said
Summerlee
.
"
The
whole
formation
is
,
of
course
,
highly
volcanic
.
But
,
however
that
may
be
,
I
should
expect
to
find
the
surface
of
the
plateau
slope
inwards
with
a
considerable
sheet
of
water
in
the
center
,
which
may
drain
off
,
by
some
subterranean
channel
,
into
the
marshes
of
the
Jaracaca
Swamp
.
"
"
Or
evaporation
might
preserve
an
equilibrium
,
"
remarked
Challenger
,
and
the
two
learned
men
wandered
off
into
one
of
their
usual
scientific
arguments
,
which
were
as
comprehensible
as
Chinese
to
the
layman
.
On
the
sixth
day
we
completed
our
first
circuit
of
the
cliffs
,
and
found
ourselves
back
at
the
first
camp
,
beside
the
isolated
pinnacle
of
rock
.
We
were
a
disconsolate
party
,
for
nothing
could
have
been
more
minute
than
our
investigation
,
and
it
was
absolutely
certain
that
there
was
no
single
point
where
the
most
active
human
being
could
possibly
hope
to
scale
the
cliff
.
The
place
which
Maple
White
's
chalk-marks
had
indicated
as
his
own
means
of
access
was
now
entirely
impassable
.
What
were
we
to
do
now
?
Our
stores
of
provisions
,
supplemented
by
our
guns
,
were
holding
out
well
,
but
the
day
must
come
when
they
would
need
replenishment
.
In
a
couple
of
months
the
rains
might
be
expected
,
and
we
should
be
washed
out
of
our
camp
.
The
rock
was
harder
than
marble
,
and
any
attempt
at
cutting
a
path
for
so
great
a
height
was
more
than
our
time
or
resources
would
admit
.
No
wonder
that
we
looked
gloomily
at
each
other
that
night
,
and
sought
our
blankets
with
hardly
a
word
exchanged
.
I
remember
that
as
I
dropped
off
to
sleep
my
last
recollection
was
that
Challenger
was
squatting
,
like
a
monstrous
bull-frog
,
by
the
fire
,
his
huge
head
in
his
hands
,
sunk
apparently
in
the
deepest
thought
,
and
entirely
oblivious
to
the
good-night
which
I
wished
him
.
But
it
was
a
very
different
Challenger
who
greeted
us
in
the
morning
--
a
Challenger
with
contentment
and
self-congratulation
shining
from
his
whole
person
.
He
faced
us
as
we
assembled
for
breakfast
with
a
deprecating
false
modesty
in
his
eyes
,
as
who
should
say
,
"
I
know
that
I
deserve
all
that
you
can
say
,
but
I
pray
you
to
spare
my
blushes
by
not
saying
it
.
"
His
beard
bristled
exultantly
,
his
chest
was
thrown
out
,
and
his
hand
was
thrust
into
the
front
of
his
jacket
.
So
,
in
his
fancy
,
may
he
see
himself
sometimes
,
gracing
the
vacant
pedestal
in
Trafalgar
Square
,
and
adding
one
more
to
the
horrors
of
the
London
streets
.
"
Eureka
!
"
he
cried
,
his
teeth
shining
through
his
beard
.
"
Gentlemen
,
you
may
congratulate
me
and
we
may
congratulate
each
other
.
The
problem
is
solved
.
"
"
You
have
found
a
way
up
?
"
