It slid toward us--joined the body from which it had broken away.

Through all the mass ran a wave of jubilation, a pulse of mirth--a colossal, metallic--SILENT--roar of laughter.
We glided forward--out of the cleft.

I felt a shifting movement.
Up and up we were thrust.

Dazed I looked behind me.

In the face of a sky climbing wall of rock, smoked a wide chasm.