When the sun caught them--for it was a gleamy day--it brought out no colours, only degrees of shade.

No mountains I had ever seen--not the Drakensberg or the red kopjes of Damaraland or the cold, white peaks around Erzerum--ever looked so unearthly and uncanny.
Oddly enough, too, the sight of them set me thinking about Ivery.

There seemed no link between a smooth, sedentary being, dwelling in villas and lecture-rooms, and that shaggy tangle of precipices.

But I felt there was, for I had begun to realize the bigness of my opponent.
Blenkiron had said that he spun his web wide.

That was intelligible enough among the half-baked youth of Biggleswick, and the pacifist societies, or even the toughs on the Clyde.