And it was echoed by my own.
For the six beams were swaying, moving with ever swifter motion from side to side in ever-widening sweep, as though the hidden orb from which they sprang were swaying like a pendulum.
Faster and faster the six high-flung beams swayed--and then broke--broke as though a gigantic, unseen hand had reached up and snapped them! An instant the severed ends ribboned aimlessly, then bent, turned down and darted earthward into the welter of clustered summits at the north and swiftly were gone, while down upon the valley fell night.
"Good God!" whispered Drake.

"It was as though something reached up, broke those rays and drew them down--like threads." "I saw it." I struggled with bewilderment.

"I saw it.

But I never saw anything like it before," I ended, most inadequately.
"It was PURPOSEFUL," he whispered.

"It was DELIBERATE.