I had the fantastic idea that if I so willed I could slip over the edge of the blocks, crawl about their sides without falling--like a fly on the vertical faces of a huge sugar loaf.
I drew beside Ventnor.

He was staring ahead, striving, I knew, to pierce the mists for some glimpse of Ruth.
He turned to me, his face drawn with anxiety, his eyes feverish.
"Can you see them, Walter ?" His voice shook.

"God--why did I ever let her go like that?
Why did I let her go alone ?" "They'll be close ahead, Martin." I spoke out of a conviction I could not explain.

"Whatever it is we're bound for, wherever it is the woman's taking us, she means to keep us together--for a time at least.

I'm sure of it." "She said--follow." It was Drake beside us.