Not a weed, not a stick, not a clod of earth, was left--nothing but a great, rocky ravine, washed bare and clean.
Edna Markham stepped suddenly forward and seized the captain by the arm.
"It was the lake," she cried.

"The lake swept down that ravine!" "Yes," said the captain, "it must have been.

But listen--let us hear more.

Go on," he said to Cheditafa, who proceeded to tell how he and his companions looked out for a long time, but they saw nor heard nothing of any living creature.

It would be easy enough for anybody to come back up the ravine, but nobody came.
They had now grown so hungry that they could have almost eaten each other.