We call it the Death Current hereabouts, because there's nothing could live in it, and the bell always tolls.

And once it comes up like that the way to the cliff-path is under water in less than thirty seconds.

And the quicksand is the only chance left." He paused; it was as if the rock halted for a moment on the edge of the precipice before plunging finally into the abyss of silence below.

"When there's a ground swell," he said, "the quicksand will pull a man down quicker than hell.

And there's no one--not Adam himself--can tell the lay of it for certain when the light is bad." His mouth closed upon the words like the snap of a strong spring.