The Inca's room of gold stunned Pizarro and his men.

How much more, then, must a whole city of gold numb any concrete thought?
Down, still down sank _Nissr_, now beginning to circle in broad, descending spirals, seeking where she might land.

The roar of the propellers lessened; and at the same time, the increasing hum of the helicopters made itself heard, counterbalancing the loss of lifting power of the planes, yet gradually letting the air-liner sink.

Came, too, a sighing hiss of the air-intakes as the vacuum-floats filled.
High noon was now at hand.

The sun burned, a copper ball, in the very forehead of a turquoise sky.