Bridge To The Unknown

It was a very different Challenger who greeted us at breakfast with bright eyes and teeth shining through his bread we said gentleman the problem is solved.

you have found a way up?

For the answer, he pointed to the spire-like Pinnacle open our right.

It could be climbed but I worried about the deep space ray between it and plateau

We can never get across I said 

We can all at least reach the summit he said 

The climb was not so difficult in reality and the first half was easy. But for the last fifty feet, we along with our fingers and toys to small ledges and depths in the rocks professor challenger. With amazing agility reached the Summit and Tied a rope to a tree he found there with this as our support the rest of us reached the top.

The view from there was extraordinary the whole Brazilian Plain seems to lie beneath us. I was still looking at it, Challenger put his hand on my shoulder “Never look rare words but always to our glorious goal, he said the level of the plateau when I turned was exactly the same as that on which we stood but how to cross the gulf with was about forty feet? I placed my arm around the tree and wired down our servants, for down, were looking up at us.

As I turned, I saw professor Summerlee examining the tree to which along 

“This is various, “ said Summerlee this tree is a beech tree A fellow countrymen in a far land”

“Not only a fellow countrymen my good sir said Challenger, “ but also a good ally 

This beech tree will be our senior.”

“By George! said lord Roxton, “a bridge

It was certainly a brilliant idea.There were a good sixty feet in height if it told the right way it would easily cross the gulf Challenger handed me an area and gave me precise instructions.

In little over an hour there was a loud crack the terraced forward among the bushes on the other side and there was our bridge to the unknown.

All of us without words shook and with professor Challenger, who raised his hat and bowed deeply to each in turn.

 Now Lord Roxton took over to make arrangements. 

He advised us to go down, together with me and the other negroes and fetch our guns. We did not know what awaited us on the other side. They added that one man could then go across and the rest would cover him with guns until he saw that it was safe for the others to go along. When every preparation wasr complete, the challenger hopped across the sun and was soon on the other side he waved his arms at us and cried “ At Last! At Last “ Summerlee was next then followed and Lord Roxen was the last and there we were, the four of us upon the Dreamland. the lost world of the maple white who could know it was the prelude to our super disaster. 

We had gone only fifty fards when we heard a frightful rash behind us we rushed back. The bridge was gone to our horror we saw Gamez looking at us with an expression of hatred and a mad joy

“Lord Roxton!” he shouted, “you English dog! I have waited and waited now has come my change. You fools, you are trapped every one of you! As you lie dying, Lord Roxton thinks of Lopez whom you killed five years ago. I am his brother and I have taken Revenge”.

We were too shocked to speak but Roxton was not going to tolerate this.

As the half-breed bahut descending he ran along with the age of the plate all and from a point where he could see him. Fired shot then there was a scream and a thud of a falling body.

Before we could move on our attention was held by the scene in the plane below A man in white clothes he was the surviving half-breed was running & behind him was Zambo, our devoted negro In a second Zambo sprang upon the fugitive and within minutes the white figure Lay motionless.

Our two tailors were killed, but the mischief was killed, but the mischief had been done by no means could we get back to the pinnacle nothing could how to take us back to civilization.

As the four of us sat among bushes, very thoughtful we saw our faithful zamboo emerge on top of the peak. He said the rope from the tree and threw it back to us with the help of the Rope he passed on a package of supplies to us the then sent us a box of ammunition which we got across by throwing a rope to him somehow pulling in back. He also promised to keep the Indians down with them.

And so it is that I have spent this first night upon the plateau, writing our experience by the light of single candle – lantern.

Our position is hopelessly hopeless.