The catamount announced his renewed presence by a vindictive scream.

The clouds parted just enough to let through a rift of gray light, but it fell not upon the brink of the black gap in the path.

It showed for an instant the whirlpool, with fragments of tree trunks, of ghastly likeness to drowned human bodies, eddying dizzily around.
"Come on," called out Fortner, impatiently.
Harry stepped out desperately.

For a mental eternity he hung in air.

His hands relaxed and his gun dropped with a crash and a splash.