Shin-je it was who strode the mountains and set here his foot." Again I interpreted.
Drake cast a calculating glance up to the cliff top.
"Two thousand feet, about," he mused.

"Well, if Shin-je is built in our proportions that makes it about right.

The length of this thing would give him just about a two thousand foot leg.

Yes--he could just about straddle that hill." "You're surely not serious ?" I asked in consternation.
"What the hell!" he exclaimed, "am I crazy?
This is no foot mark.

How could it be?
Look at the mathematical nicety with which these edges are stamped out--as though by a die-- "That's what it reminds me of--a die.