Two Thousand Miles Below

His searching eyes came back to the fiery pit, the Tonah Basin, a vast cauldron of sand and ash--great sweeps of yellow and gray and darker brown into which the sun was pouring its rays with burning-glass fierceness.

But to Rawson, there was more than the eye could see. He was picturing a great powerhouse, steel derricks, capped pipes that led off to whirring turbines, generators, strings of cables stretching out on steel supports into the distance, a wireless transmitter--and all of this the result of his own vision, of the stream he would bring from deep in the earth!