"A doot we'll juist hae to gie it oop." "Bend to it!" "Ye'll no try it anither ?" "Bend to it!" Corliss repeated.
"Till your heart bursts, Tommy," Frona added.
Once again they fought up the thin line, and all the world vanished, save the streak of foam, and the snarling water, and the grinning fissure.

But they passed it, inch by inch, and the broad bend welcomed them from above, and only a rocky buttress of implacable hate, around whose base howled the tides of an equal hate, stood between.

Then La Bijou leaped and throbbed and shook again, and the current slid out from under, and they remained ever in one place.

_Dip and lift, dip and lift_, through an infinity of time and torture and travail, till even the line dimmed and faded and the struggle lost its meaning.
Their souls became merged in the rhythm of the toil.

Ever lifting, ever falling, they seemed to have become great pendulums of time.