Lassiter, I love you!" Under all his deathly pallor, and the blood, and the iron of seared cheek and lined brow, worked a great change.

He placed both hands on the rock and then leaned his shoulder there and braced his powerful body.
ROLL THE STONE! It stirred, it groaned, it grated, it moved, and with a slow grinding, as of wrathful relief, began to lean.

It had waited ages to fall, and now was slow in starting.

Then, as if suddenly instinct with life, it leaped hurtingly down to alight on the steep incline, to bound more swiftly into the air, to gather momentum, to plunge into the lofty leaning crag below.

The crag thundered into atoms.