All my--life I've loved--to roll stones--en' now I--can't!" "What of it?
You talk strangely.

Why roll that stone ?" "I planned to--fetch you here--to roll this stone.

See! It'll smash the crags--loosen the walls--close the outlet!" As Jane Withersteen gazed down that long incline, walled in by crumbling cliffs, awaiting only the slightest jar to make them fall asunder, she saw Tull appear at the bottom and begin to climb.

A rider followed him--another--and another.
"See! Tull! The riders!" "Yes--they'll get us--now." "Why?
Haven't you strength left to roll the stone ?" "Jane--it ain't that--I've lost my nerve!" "You!...

Lassiter!" "I wanted to roll it--meant to--but I--can't.