At the far end of this amphitheatre stood a huge mass of polished rock, bearing a grotesque resemblance to the figure of a man.
"What are those buildings, Soa ?" asked Leonard.
"The lower one is the house of the king, White Man, and that above is the Temple of Deep Waters, where the river rises from the bowels of the mountain." "And what is the black stone beyond the temple ?" "That, White Man, is the statue of the god who sits there for ever, watching over the city of his people." "He must be a great god," said Leonard, alluding to the size of the statue.
"He _is_ great," she answered, "and my heart is afraid at the sight of him." After resting for two hours they marched on again, and soon it became apparent that their movements were watched.

The roadway which they were following--if a track beaten flat by the feet of men and cattle could be called a road--wound to and fro between boulders of rock, and here and there standing upon the boulders were men clad in goat-skins, each of them carrying a spear, a bow and a horn.

So soon as their party came within five or six hundred yards of one of these men, he would shoot an arrow in their direction, which, when picked up, proved to be barbed with iron, and flighted with red feathers like the first that they had seen.

Then the sentry would blow his horn, either as a signal or in token of defiance, bound from the rock, and vanish.

This did not look encouraging, but there was worse to come.