Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-08-10
Continued from Yesterday,

Thu secret Of Fog Lake which had
bafied Captain Fielding and the Wal
rus people alike was simple enough,
once one knew 1t. An immense geyser.
spouting steam and hot water from
somewhere. too far down in the bowels
of the earth for to poles OF
equator to make any difference, filed
the deep little valley with warm moist
air. which the colder air above con-
stantly condensed and constantly pre-
cipitated. The situation vas similar to
that occasionally found in small lakes,
where the warmer and lighter water Is
at the bottom, held there, and bal
anced as 1t were, by the heavier and
colder water upon he surface. The
sides of the valley were granite. pol
ished TO an almost CLASSY surface by
the constant drip of the film of water
which trickled down its sides. OF any,
thing like vegetation in this dismal
place., there was no sign whatever.
The bottom of it, an area of two square
miles, perhaps, was scored with deep
canals and interlacing ridges.
Before Cayley could make out the f1g-
ures Of the men below him, he heard a
sudden cry Of terror. and checked his
descent. The voice had cried out m a
foreign tongue. sounding like Spanish,
enough like Spanish, at least, for him
to understand.
"The Angel of DEATH" it cried. Il
will confess-confess everything"
And then as swiftly, in that same
sibilant, explosive tongue, he confess
sion poured forth-a confession now 30
amply justified by what had happened
since.
All the while it went on Cayley hung
there, now rising a little, now flying.
but always with the portentous a
of those great dark wings Of his spread
out above the terrified Portuguese n
his only less frightened companions.
They told Cayley afterwaru that
when he had finished speaking-he had
made the confession en his kneee-he
rose. with a face like a bin man or
a somnambuIist, and, before he could
be prevented, walked straight on the
edge of the narrow ridge where they
were standing. He went down without
a cry. without a sound. Whatever MS
reward was to be, he had gone 20 It.
When Cayley succeeded in finding a
spot where he could alight, and, at the
same tina afford some prospect OF
enabling him to take wing again. ne
found, grouped around him. a little
knot of men, only withheld from flight,
by the fat impossibility Of 1t, who
gazed at him as II they more than half
believed that he vas indeed the De-
troving Angel which Miguel had de-
clared him.
But Warner, the captain Of the yacht
and leader of the party, was a man OF
we'll balanced common sense, and he
soon recovered from his surprise suf-
GENTLY 20 discuss with the new ar
the best means of trying to find a
out. without Cayley and his
such a thing would have been
almost impossible. Aided by his ability
to fly I'D through the fog n TAX oc-
"a sional observations in the clear air,
was some hope that the thing
be done.
n was done at last. Their progress
was slow and Infinitely laborious, es-
pecially for Cayley. for the air in this
deem valley was almost stagnant, and
he rose through II it was by main
strength, a strength which the great
muscles of his shoulders, back
and thighs, were barely equal to the
exertion of producing.
1t was Just after sunset when they
stood on the crest OF that little
ridge where, hours before. he had seen
under Miguers guidance, disap-
pearing into h fog.
Down on the crest of the glacier. still
toiiing on toward them, he pointed out
relief party. Go down to them
as quickly as you can" he said, "and
make all possible haste back TO
the yacht"
They left him some ships biscuit and
bacon, and set out down the we'll
marked trail toward the glacier He
rad told himself. as he watched them
departing. that now at least his duty
coward them was done. He would rest
and then enjoy a long. calm