But I'm glad, boy--glad!" There was a little silence while each looked deep into each other's hearts.

Then Ventnor dropped Dick's hand.
"And that's all of THAT," he said.

"The problem before us is--how are we going to get back home ?" "The--THING--is dead." I spoke from an absolute conviction that surprised me, based as it was upon no really tangible, known evidence.
"I think so," he said.

"No--I KNOW so.

Yet even if we can pass over its body, how can we climb out of its lair?
That slide down which we rode with Norhala is unclimbable.