The floor grew hot beneath foot.
The floor grew hot beneath foot. The gods at the island of Bali trembled on their stone pedestals. An explosion approximately hundred years earlier than had scooped out an large crater and from its rim usual tile islands of the Krakatoa group. The antique volcano appeared all hut dead and its faint rumblings should alarm nobody but superstitious Malays. Even while the Dutch captain Ferzenaar arrived in Batavia with a file of new volcanoes, which had regarded, on Krakatoa, the Dutch were no longer inspired. Two new volcanoes-why, there were scores of volcanoes in Indonesia, plenty of them active, and it can once in a while remember if there have been more; except, Krakatoa became nearly a hundred miles away. "The floor turn out to be so heat it burned proper through the soles of my boots," Captain Ferzenaar had said. Well, if it become that warmth on Krakatoa the few natives who lived there could need to take to their boats and wait till the island cooled off. Meanwhile th