See." As she spoke a great flat rock of the size of a small room appeared, borne upwards, as I suppose, by the terrific draught which roared past us on its upward course.

When it reached the lip of the shaft, it hung a little while, then moved across and began to descend with such incredible swiftness that in a few seconds it had vanished from view.
"Oh!" said Bastin, with his eyes almost starting out of his head, "that's the lift, is it?
Well, I tell you at once I don't like the look of the thing.

It gives me the creeps.

Suppose it tilted." "It does not tilt," answered Yva, still smiling.

"I tell you, Bastin, that there is naught to fear.