"Let's take a look at it," he suggested.
* * * * *
Norman in the lead, they began to force their way through the
grotesque, waist-high jungle. The sun beat down hotly on their
uncovered heads. He wiped the perspiration from his face, swatted
vindictively at a small persistent insect.
Jennifer tripped on a thick purple creeper, muttered something under
her breath which sounded like cursing. Norman grinned, plowed ahead. It
took them almost half an hour to reach the edge of the bare spot.
"A landslide," he ejaculated.
The slide had gouged a deep gash in the loamy soil of the hillside. It
was from this gash that the glow emanated. For yards on either side the
vegetation was dead. He crossed the belt of dead plants, approached
the gash. On the brink, he paused, shaded his eyes, backed off hastily.
"Stay away!" he cautioned the girl. "Don't look in there!"
"Why?" she cried, halting in her tracks.
"Radium! I'm not sure, but I think it's almost pure radium. Jennifer,
do you realize? The landslide has uncovered a fortune. We're rich!"