Meanwhile as supper isn't ready yet, let us have a look at that church while it is light." We walked through the palm and orange grove to where the building stood finely placed upon a mound.

It was well-constructed of a kind of coral rock, and a glance showed us that it had been gutted by fire; the discoloured walls told their own tale.

The interior was now full of shrubs and creepers, and an ugly, yellowish snake glided from what had been the stone altar.

Without, the graveyard was enclosed by a broken wall, only we could see no trace of graves.

Near the gateway, however, was a rough mound.
"If we could dig into that," I said, "I expect we should find the bones of the people who inhabited this place.