From this edge to the edge of the opposite abutment there was a gap of wicked width, and between was a sheer drop into space wherefrom rose the sound of tumbling waters.

When Jarvo had taken the leap, easily and gracefully, alighting on the other side like the greyhound that he resembled, and the others, following, had cleared the edge by as safe a margin as if the abyss were a minor field-day event, St.George and Amory looked back with sudden wonder over the path by which they had come.
"I feel as if I weighed about ninety pounds," said St.George; "am I fading away or anything ?" Amory stood still.
"I was thinking the same thing," he said.

"By Jove--do you suppose--what if Little Cawthorne hit the other end of the nail, as usual?
Suppose the specific gravity--suppose there is something--suppose it doesn't hold good in this dimension that a body--by Jove," said Amory, "wouldn't that be the deuce ?" St.George looked at Jarvo, bounding up the stony way as easily as if he were bounding down.
"Ah well now," he said, "you know on the moon an ordinary man would weigh only twenty-six or seven pounds.

Why not here?
We aren't held down by any map!" They laughed at the pleasant enormity of the idea and were hurrying on when Akko, behind them, broke his settled silence.
"In America," he said, "a man feels like a mountain.

Here he feels like a man." "What do you mean by that ?" demanded St.George uneasily.