The young men
took the rear seats. In a short time they had crossed the great
range of mountains and were hovering over the Mahovisal.
There was no sound. Though the city was packed with untold
millions, the tension was such that scarcely a murmur came out of
the metropolis. The air was magnetic, charged, strained close to
the breaking point; above all, the reverence for the Last Day, and
the hope, rising, accumulating, to the final supreme moment.
For the Sixteenth Day was now only forty-eight hours removed.
Both Chick and Harry realised that their lives were at stake; the
doctor had made that clear. In the last minute, in the final
crisis, they must crowd their way through the Blind Spot. Only the
professor knew how it was to be done.
At the temple they found the Nervina and the Aradna waiting. The
Jan Lucar was with them. The Geos had secured entrance by a side
door. From it they could look out, themselves unobserved, over the
entire building and upon the Spot of Life. The place was packed--
thousands upon thousands of people, standing in silent awe and
worship, one and all gazing toward the all-important Spot. There
was no sound save the whisper of multitudinous breathing.
Said Harry to Chick:
"I see Queen up there!"
Harry circled the group, and bounded up the great stairs. In a
moment he was patting his dog's head. She looked up and wagged her
tail to show her pleasure.
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