A faint lambency still clung to the cliff.

By it I saw that the tunnel's mouth had vanished, had been sealed--where it had gaped were only tons of shattered rock.
Came a rushing past us as of great bodies; something grazed my hand, something whose touch was like that of warm metal--but metal throbbing with life.

They rushed by--and whispered down into silence.
"Come!" Norhala flitted ahead of us, a faintly luminous shape in the darkness.

Swiftly we followed.

I found Ruth beside me; felt her hand grip my wrist.
"Walter," she whispered, "Walter--she isn't human!" "Nonsense," I muttered.