The Casting of the Shadow Now we were racing down toward that last span whose ancientness had set it apart from all the other soaring arches.

The shell's speed slackened; we approached warily.
"We pass there ?" asked O'Keefe.
The green dwarf nodded, pointing to the right where the bridge ended in a broad platform held high upon two gigantic piers, between which ran a spur from the glistening road.

Platform and bridge were swarming with men-at-arms; they crowded the parapets, looking down upon us curiously but with no evidence of hostility.

Rador drew a deep breath of relief.
"We don't have to break our way through, then ?" There was disappointment in the Irishman's voice.
"No use, _Larree_!" Smiling, Rador stopped the _corial_ just beneath the arch and beside one of the piers.

"Now, listen well.