He did not entirely credit all he saw and heard, but he trembled, trembled like a reed in the wind, and the millions of pins were moving over his whole body.

He tried to free his feet from the tangle of serpents, and did not succeed.

From terror he passed to anger: "I _must_ be able to do it!" he exclaimed aloud.

From the gloomy gorge of Jenne, the dull rumble of thunder answered him.

He glanced in that direction.