eople, the one fierce and barbarous, the other the civilised builders
and carvers of this strange city of the past. Here it is, all written
down, how, in spite of all their efforts for their protection, dwelling,
as they must have been, in the midst of fierce and bloodthirsty tribes,
they were attacked, conquered, and massacred to the very last. For I
expect when we examine the terraces on the other side of this place, we
shall find a repetition of all we have found here. There, enough of
horrors for one day."

"But you'll come and examine all this again, father?" said Chris
excitedly.

"Yes, I should like to come too," cried Ned.

"What, haven't you both had enough of these horrors?" said the doctor,
raising his eyebrows.

"N-no, father," said Chris slowly, and as if thinking the while. "It is
very horrible, of course, and one almost shivers to think of how the
brave people must have fought; but there's a something about it that
seems to draw one on to try and know more, and it is almost like reading
of a dreadful battle and a brave defence; only it seems to be so much
more true."

"Yes, and it's so ancient, father," said Ned, meeting Bourne's eyes. "I
want to know more, and to try and find some of the swords and spears and
battle-axes."

"I know what I should like to find," said Chris, speaking as eagerly as
his companion.

"What?" said the doctor, for Chris stopped suddenly, and seemed lost in
thought.

"I suppose it couldn't be done," the boy added dreamily, "but I seem as
if I was on the side of all those people who were beaten, and I should
like to see how many of the enemy they killed before the last of them
were massacred."

"You'd like to count their enemies' skulls, eh, Chris?" said the doctor,
smiling. "Yes, I feel something of the same kind; but nature has
forbidden that, my boy. You see we are amidst heaps of dust."

"But we may find some of their weapons that they used," said Bourne.
"We must search for them."

"I should like to put a word in here, gentlemen," said Griggs suddenly,
"for I've got a touch--a bad one--of our young friends' complaint.
We've a good two hours' broad sunshine yet, I should say."

"Oh, quite that," said the doctor.

"Well, there's all that lot of ammunition yonder at the top of the
trap."

"Yes," said the doctor; "I begin to think you're right about that,
Griggs."

"And seeing what a stand the poor people made here, fighting from room
to room--or house