Like Balancing Rock, which waited darkly over the steep gorge, ready to close forever the outlet to Deception Pass, that nameless thing, as certain yet intangible as fate, must fall and close forever all doubts and fears of the future.
"I've dreamed," muttered Venters, as he rose.

"Well, why not ?...

To dream is happiness! But let me just once see this clearly wholly; then I can go on dreaming till the thing falls.

I've got to tell Jane Withersteen.
I've dangerous trips to take.

I've work here to make comfort for this girl.