Instinctively, without time for reasoning, he gripped at the fact that his one chance lay in the close embrace of his enemy.

He hung to him.

It seemed to him that they turned over and over a hundred times in that distance of fifty feet.

Then a mass of twisting foam broke under him, and up out of it shot the head of one of the roaring monsters of rock that he and Joanne had looked upon.

They struck it fairly, and Aldous was uppermost.