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"
At
last
!
"
he
cried
;
"
at
last
!
"
I
gazed
anxiously
at
him
,
with
a
vague
expectation
that
some
terrible
fate
would
dart
at
him
from
the
curtain
of
green
behind
him
.
But
all
was
quiet
,
save
that
a
strange
,
many-colored
bird
flew
up
from
under
his
feet
and
vanished
among
the
trees
.
Summerlee
was
the
second
.
His
wiry
energy
is
wonderful
in
so
frail
a
frame
.
He
insisted
upon
having
two
rifles
slung
upon
his
back
,
so
that
both
Professors
were
armed
when
he
had
made
his
transit
.
I
came
next
,
and
tried
hard
not
to
look
down
into
the
horrible
gulf
over
which
I
was
passing
.
Summerlee
held
out
the
butt-end
of
his
rifle
,
and
an
instant
later
I
was
able
to
grasp
his
hand
.
As
to
Lord
John
,
he
walked
across
--
actually
walked
without
support
!
He
must
have
nerves
of
iron
.
And
there
we
were
,
the
four
of
us
,
upon
the
dreamland
,
the
lost
world
,
of
Maple
White
.
To
all
of
us
it
seemed
the
moment
of
our
supreme
triumph
.
Who
could
have
guessed
that
it
was
the
prelude
to
our
supreme
disaster
?
Let
me
say
in
a
few
words
how
the
crushing
blow
fell
upon
us
.
We
had
turned
away
from
the
edge
,
and
had
penetrated
about
fifty
yards
of
close
brushwood
,
when
there
came
a
frightful
rending
crash
from
behind
us
.
With
one
impulse
we
rushed
back
the
way
that
we
had
come
.
The
bridge
was
gone
!
Far
down
at
the
base
of
the
cliff
I
saw
,
as
I
looked
over
,
a
tangled
mass
of
branches
and
splintered
trunk
.
It
was
our
beech
tree
.
Had
the
edge
of
the
platform
crumbled
and
let
it
through
?
For
a
moment
this
explanation
was
in
all
our
minds
.
The
next
,
from
the
farther
side
of
the
rocky
pinnacle
before
us
a
swarthy
face
,
the
face
of
Gomez
the
half-breed
,
was
slowly
protruded
.
Yes
,
it
was
Gomez
,
but
no
longer
the
Gomez
of
the
demure
smile
and
the
mask-like
expression
.
Here
was
a
face
with
flashing
eyes
and
distorted
features
,
a
face
convulsed
with
hatred
and
with
the
mad
joy
of
gratified
revenge
.
"
Lord
Roxton
!
"
he
shouted
.
"
Lord
John
Roxton
!
"
"
Well
,
"
said
our
companion
,
"
here
I
am
.
"
A
shriek
of
laughter
came
across
the
abyss
.
