en; later we understood. And we had
not long to wait.

Harry and Desiree were bending over me, attempting to stop the flow of
blood from a cut on my shoulder.

"We must have water," said Desiree. Harry straightened up to look
about the cavern, which was so dark that we could barely see one
another's faces but a few feet away.

Suddenly an exclamation of wonder came from his lips.

Desiree and I followed the direction of his gaze, and saw the huge,
black, indistinct form of some animal suddenly detach itself from the
wall of the cavern and move slowly toward us through the darkness.

Chapter XVII.

THE EYES IN THE DARK.

The thing was at a considerable distance; we could barely see that it
was there and that it was moving. It was of an immense size; so large
that it appeared as though the very side of the cavern itself had moved
noiselessly from its bed in the mountain.

At the same moment I became aware of a penetrating, disagreeable odor,
nauseating and horrible. I had risen to my knees and remained so,
while Harry and Desiree stood on either side of me.

The thing continued to move toward us, very slowly. There was not a
sound. The strength of the odor increased until it was almost
suffocating.

Still we did not move. I could not, and Harry and Desiree seemed
rooted to the spot with wonder. The thing came closer, and we could
see the outlines of its huge form looming up indistinctly against the
black background of the cavern.

I saw, or thought I saw, a grotesque and monstrous slimy head stretched
toward us from about the middle of its bulk.

That doubt became a certainty when suddenly, as though they had been
lit by a fire from within, two luminous, glowing spots appeared about
three feet apart. The creature's eyes--if eyes they were--were turned
full on us, growing more brilliant as the thing came closer. It was
now less than fifty feet away. The massive form blocked our view of
the entire cavern.

I pinched my nostrils to exclude the horrible odor which, like the
fumes of some deadly poison, choked and smothered me. It came now in
puffs, like a draft of a fetid wind, and I realized that it was the
creature's breath. I could feel it against my body, my neck and face,
and knew that if I breathed it full into my lungs I should be overcome.

But still more terrifying were the eyes. There was something
compelling, supernaturally compelling, about their steadfast and
brilliant gaze.