We straightened.

Our head shot above the mists like those of swimmers from water.

Unnoticed, we had been climbing out of them.
And a hundred yards ahead of us, cleaving them, veiled in them almost to the shoulders, was Norhala, red-gold tresses steaming; and close beside her were the brown curls of Ruth.

At her brother's cry she turned and her arm flashed out of the veils with reassuring gesture.
A mile away was an opening in the valley's mountainous wall; toward it we were speeding.

It was no ragged crevice, no nature split fissure; it gave the impression of a gigantic doorway.
"Look," whispered Drake.
Between us and the vast gateway, gleaming triangles began to break through the vapors, like the cutting fins of sharks, glints of round bodies like gigantic porpoises--the vapors seethed with them.