CHAPTER XXVIII

The Manhattan Caverns § I Drake Roscoe wondered why the dream continued. He had passed the stage at which it held complete sway and had come to that phase when one knows one is dreaming but yet doesn’t awaken. And still the journey continued—down, and down, and down. Thus far the route had been coldly silent—except for that vague, horrible, tongueless babbling which once in a while intruded. But now, from afar off came echoing a sound of falling water. The descending passage became…