"There is a resemblance, yes.

But there is no force about this--stuff; no life.

Besides, such a thing is utterly incredible." "They might be--dormant," he suggested stubbornly.

"Can you see any mark of their joining--if they ARE the cubes ?" Together we scanned the pillar minutely.

The faces seemed unbroken, continuous; there was no trace of those thin and shining lines that marked the juncture of the cubes when they had clicked together to form the bridge of the abyss or that had gleamed, crosslike, upon the back of the combined four upon which we had followed Norhala.
"It's a sheer impossibility.