The rifle lay immovable.
I bent and strove to aid him.

For all the pair of us could do, the rifle might have been a part of the gleaming surface on which it rested.

The tiny, deepset star points winked up-- "They're--laughing at us!" grunted Drake.
"Nonsense," I answered, and tried to check the involuntary shuddering that shook me, as I saw it shake him.

"Nonsense.

These blocks are great magnets--that's what holds the rifle; what holds us, too." "I don't mean the rifle," he said; "I mean those points of lights--the eyes--" There came from Ventnor a cry of almost anguished relief.