Huldricksson sails into a place where it is and it hits his wife.
She grabs the child and jumps over.

Maybe the moon rays make it luminous! I've seen gas on the front under the moon that looked like a thousand whirling dervish devils.

Yes, and you could see the devil's faces in it.

And if it got into your lungs nothing could ever make you think you hadn't seen real devils." For a time I was silent.
"Larry," I said at last, "whether you are right or I am right, I must go to the Nan-Matal.

Will you go with me, Larry ?" "Goodwin," he replied, "I surely will.