He came out of this, his clothes torn from him, his body bleeding, unrecognizable, half a madman,--shouting her name more and more loudly.

The glow of the setting sun struck him at last.

He was out from between the chasm walls, and it lighted up the green world for him.

Ahead of him the river widened and swept on in tranquil quiet.
And now it was no longer fear that possessed him.

It was the horrible, overwhelming certainty of the thing.