There was a little shock, a rolling over the Thing that had held us-- We stood upon the floor of the Pit.
And breaking from the immense and prostrate shaft on whose top we had ridden downward came score upon score of the cubes.

They broke from it, disintegrating it; circled about us, curiously, interestedly, twinkling at us from their deep sparkling points of eyes.
Helplessly we gazed at those who circled around us.

Then suddenly I felt myself lifted once more, was tossed to the surface of the nearest block.
Upon it I spun while the tiny eyes searched me.

Then like a human ball it tossed me to another.

I caught a glimpse of Drake's tall figure drifting through the air.
The play became more rapid, breathtaking.