nt it he collapsed and fell to
the floor, apparently lifeless.

He was gathered up and placed on a couch, and restoratives applied by
the Professor. He lay thus in a stupor for more than a half hour, but
soon returning consciousness began to manifest itself, and when he
opened his eyes, and glanced about, his lips began to move. Here the
Professor held up a warning hand, which he seemed to heed, for he
immediately closed his eyes, and was soon asleep, as his breathing
became regular, and the pulse began to act normally.

"There must be no more agitation now," said the Professor. "We can take
the box to the adjoining room." This was done, and John carefully lifted
the skull from its resting place, bringing with it a mass of other
material, which looked like brown or discolored parchment.

The skulls were placed side by side. They were singularly alike, the
inscription of the one found on the headland, was on the left side, and
the like figures of the one taken from the box were on the right side.

"That is a singular thing," said Harry.

"So it is," answered John, "but it doubtless has a meaning," he
continued.

Beneath the box, and attached to the wrappings, was a mass of material
which John eagerly seized, and began to unwrap, while the Professor
interestedly looked on. There was not the first sign of any treasure in
the box, and when the several folds of the parchment were unrolled, the
boys could see the hieroglyphics that the Professor and John so eagerly
scanned.

"Yes, yes, I knew you would come back," said the man in the adjoining
room, and John dropped the parchment and followed the Professor into the
room, where they saw the old man sitting on the couch and staring about
with an inquiring countenance.

"What is your name?" said the Professor.

He did not answer at first but looked at John and the Professor in
amazement.

"Why do you ask?" he then muttered, without changing his countenance. "I
have told you over and over," he continued.

"Do you know where you are?" asked John.

"Certainly. You may ask Walter about that."

"Walter? Do you know Walter?" asked George, almost involuntarily.

He smiled and nodded his head. "He is here. I saw him yesterday. I wish
he would explain." Then he dropped back on the couch and remained
motionless.

The effort to arouse him was useless, and the Professor advised
patience. There was something so peculiar about the whole situation that
it fascinated the boy