As though something reached up, juggled with the rays, broke them, and drew them down like willow withes." "The devils that dwell here!" quavered Chiu-Ming.
"Some magnetic phenomenon." I was half angry at myself for my own touch of panic.

"Light can be deflected by passage through a magnetic field.
Of course that's it.

Certainly." "I don't know." Drake's tone was doubtful indeed.

"It would take a whale of a magnetic field to have done THAT--it's inconceivable." He harked back to his first idea.

"It was so--so DAMNED deliberate," he repeated.
"Devils--" muttered the frightened Chinese.
"What's that ?" Drake gripped my arm and pointed to the north.