Dared it to hurl me down to death.
I felt Drake's hand touch mine.
"Steady," he said.

"Steady, old boy.

It's no use.Steady.Look down." Hot with shame for my outburst, weak from its violence, I obeyed.

The valley floor was not more than a thousand feet away.

Thronging about where we must at last touch, clustered and seething, was a multitude of the Metal Things.