Undoubtedly it was a cyclopean ruin built of great blocks of coloured stone which seemed to have been shattered by earthquake or explosion.

There were the pillars of a mighty gateway and the remains of walls.
I trembled with excitement as I stared and stared.

Could I not get to the place and see for myself?
I observed that from the flat bush-clad land at the foot of the mountain, ran out what seemed to be the residue of a stone pier which ended in a large table-topped rock between two and three hundred feet across.

But even this was too far to reach by swimming, besides for aught I knew there might be alligators in that lake.

I walked up and down its borders, till presently I came to a path which led into a patch of some variety of cotton palm.
Following this path I discovered a boat-house thatched over with palm leaves.