ook!" she cried gleefully, with the merry tremolo of a happy,
surprised child. "The sun is not moving. Father has been successful! It
is a good omen! God will save us!"
It was true; the sun was standing still. A deep silence was on the city.
The crowds in the street neither moved nor spoke. Without a murmur or
complaint they stood facing the frowning west. Suddenly the silence was
interrupted by a low volcanic rumble. The earth heaved, and rolled, and
far away in the suburbs of the city the spire of a public building fell
with a loud crash. A groan swept from mouth to mouth and then died away.
"The cloud is increasing rapidly," said Thorndyke. "I can really see
little hope. I shall return in a moment."
While he was gone Bernardino knelt and prayed. Again overcome with fear
Branasko crouched down in his corner. Another shudder and rumble from
the earth, another long moan from the people. Thorndyke came back. He
spoke to the princess:
"The dam built by Prince Marentel has been swept away. The ocean is
pouring into the internal fires. There is scarcely any hope now."
Branasko groaned, but Bernardino's face was aglow with celestial faith.
She shook her head.
"They will not be destroyed in this way," she said; "they have had no
chance to know God."
"It all depends on the explosion which may take place at any moment,"
and Thorndyke took her into his arms and whispered into her ear, "I do
not care for myself; but I cannot bear to think of your suffering pain."
She answered only by pressing his hand. The clouds were now rolling
upward in greater volume than ever. It was growing darker. The little
group on the balcony could now scarcely see the people below them. The
fall of damp ashes was resumed. The air had grown hot and close.
Boom! Boom! Boom! the streets of the city rose and fell with the
undulating motion of a swelling sea. Blacker and blacker grew the sky;
closer and closer the atmosphere; damper and damper became the fog;
thicker and thicker fell the wet sand and ashes.
"Perhaps we would be safer in the streets," suggested Thorndyke, drawing
Bernardino closer into his arms, "the palace may fall on us."
But the princess shook her head. "Father would not know where to find
me, I shall await him here." Branasko had edged nearer to her. His eyes
were glued on her face and he hung on her words as if his fate were in
her hands. He had no regard for the opinions of the others.
"The explosion will soon
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