Sometimes we were near the outer edge, and caught sudden glimpses of the tremendous depths beyond.
"This piece of geography stands up like a basalt column," Jeff said.
"Nice time we'll have getting down if they have confiscated our machine!" For which suggestion he received summary chastisement.
What we could see inland was peaceable enough, but only moonlit glimpses; by daylight we lay very close.

As Terry said, we did not wish to kill the old ladies--even if we could; and short of that they were perfectly competent to pick us up bodily and carry us back, if discovered.

There was nothing for it but to lie low, and sneak out unseen if we could do it.
There wasn't much talking done.

At night we had our marathon-obstacle race; we "stayed not for brake and we stopped not for stone," and swam whatever water was too deep to wade and could not be got around; but that was only necessary twice.

By day, sleep, sound and sweet.