In another hour, having followed the path down the length of the floor of the cavern, they were rewarded by a feeble glimmer of daylight, which grew stronger as they advanced.
Before they knew it, they had come to the source of it being much nearer than they had judged; and Francis, tearing away vines and shrubbery, crawled out into the blaze of the afternoon sun. In a moment Leoncia and Torres were beside him, gazing down into a valley from an eyrie on a cliff. Nearly circular was the valley, a full league in diameter, and it appeared to be mountain -walled and cliff-walled for its entire circumference.
"It is the Valley of Lost Souls," Torres utterly solemnly. "I have heard of it, but never did I believe."
"So have I heard of it and never believed," Leoncia
"And what of it?" demanded
