Across the valley the huge cavern of the cliff-dwellers yawned in the glare, every little black window as clear as at noonday; but the night and the storm added to their tragedy.

Flung arching to the black clouds, the great stone bridge seemed to bear the brunt of the storm.

It caught the full fury of the rushing wind.

It lifted its noble crown to meet the lightnings.

Venters thought of the eagles and their lofty nest in a niche under the arch.