We supped and camped at the very edge of the cliff, quenching our thirst with two bottles of Apollinaris which were in one of the cases.  It is vital to us to find water, but I think even Lord John himself had had adventures enough for one day, and none of us felt inclined to make the first push into the unknown.  We forbore to light a fire or to make any unnecessary sound.

To-morrow (or to-day, rather, for it is already dawn as I write) we shall make our first venture into this strange land.  When I shall be able to write again—­or if I ever shall write again—­I know not.  Meanwhile, I can see that the Indians are still in their place, and I am sure that the faithful Zambo will be here presently to get my letter.  I only trust that it will come to hand.

P.S.—­The more I think the more desperate does our position seem.  I see no possible hope of our return.  If there were a high tree near the edge of the plateau we might drop a return bridge across, but there is none within fifty yards.  Our united strength could not carry a trunk which would serve our purpose.  The rope, of course, is far too short that we could descend by it.  No, our position is hopeless—­hopeless!

CHAPTER X

“The most Wonderful Things have Happened”

The most wonderful things have happened and are continually happening to us.  All the paper that I possess consists of five old note-books and a lot of scraps, and I have only the one stylographic pencil; but so long as I can move my hand I will continue to set down our experiences and impressions, for, since we are the only men of the whole human race to see such things, it is of enormous importance that I should record them whilst they are fresh in my memory and before that fate which seems to be constantly impending does actually overtake us.  Whether Zambo can at last take these letters to the river, or whether I shall myself in some miraculous way carry them back with me, or, finally, whether some daring explorer, coming upon our tracks with the advantage, perhaps, of a perfected monoplane, should find this bundle of manuscript, in any case I can see that what I am writing is destined to immortality as a classic of true adventure.

On the morning after our being trapped upon the plateau by the villainous Gomez we began a new stage in our experiences.  The first incident in it was not such as to give me a very favorable opinion of the place to which we had wandered.  As I roused myself from a short nap after day had dawned, my eyes fell upon a most singular appearance upon my own leg.  My trouser had slipped up, exposing a few inches of my skin above my sock.  On this there rested a large, purplish grape.  Astonished at the sight, I leaned forward to pick it off, when, to my horror, it burst between my finger and thumb, squirting blood in every direction.  My cry of disgust had brought the two professors to my side.