Ahead, above, yawned vastnesses.

The Master could no longer see the gate.

A second of taut thrill-- _Crash_! The _Nissr_ quivered, staggered, yawed away.

The forward starboard float had struck.

A faint yell rose as someone, hurled backward by the shattered _debris_ of the gate, plunged down the cliff.
For half a second, the giant plane reeled over the abyss.