"It'll never do to breathe even a hint of all this, will it?"

"Why so, pray?"

"Whoever heard it would swear we were bald-headed liars right
from Storytown! And yet,--did it really happen, or have I been
dreaming all the way through?"

Professor Featherwit gave a brief, dry chuckle at this, rising
erect to cast a deliberate glance around their present location,
then speaking:

"Without I am greatly mistaken, my dear boy, you will have still
other marvellous happenings to relate ere we return to what is,
rightfully or wrongfully, called civilisation."

"Is that so? Then you really reckon--"

"For one thing, my lad, we are now fairly entered upon a terra
incognita, so far as our own race is concerned. In other
words,--behold, the Olympics!"

Both Bruno and Waldo cast their eyes around, but only a
circumscribed view was theirs. The shades of evening were
settling fast, and on all sides they could see but mighty trees,
rugged rocks, a mountain stream from whose pebbly bed came a
soothing murmur.

"Nothing so mighty much to brag of, anyway," irreverently quoth
Waldo, after that short-lived scrutiny. "It wouldn't fetch a