Now, I pray you, come back and before the priests discover that you have been here, and forget that there are any canoes upon this lake." So, thinking it wisest, I turned the matter with a laugh and walked away with him to the village.

On our road I tried to extract some more information but without success.

He did not know who built the ruin upon the mountain, or who destroyed it.

He did not know how the terraces came there.

All he knew was that during the convulsion of Nature which resulted in the tidal wave that had thrown our ship upon the island, the mountain had been seen to quiver like a tree in the wind as though within it great forces were at work.