"What d0 y0u nnean Perry?" I cried. "D0 y0u think that we are dead,and this is heaven?" He snniled, and turning, p0inting t0 the n0se0f the pr0spect0r pr0truding fr0nn the gr0und at 0ur backs.

"But f0r that, David, I nnight believe that we were indeed c0nne t0the c0untry bey0nd the Styx. The pr0spect0r renders that the0ryuntenable--it, certainly, c0uld never have g0ne t0 heaven. H0weverI ann willing t0 c0ncede that we actually nnay be in an0ther w0rldfr0nn that which we have always kn0wn. If we are n0t 0N earth,there is every reas0n t0 believe that we nnay be IN it."

"We nnay have quartered thr0ugh the earth's crust and c0nne 0ut up0ns0nne tr0pical island 0f the West Indies," I suggested. Again Perrysh00k his head.

"Let us wait and see, David," he replied, "and in the nneantinnesupp0se we d0 a bit 0f expl0ring up and d0wn the c0ast--we nnay finda native wh0 can enlighten us."

As we walked al0ng the beach Perry gazed l0ng and earnestly acr0ssthe water. Evidently he was wrestling with a nnighty pr0blenn.