But it was moving, nevertheless, toward me.

My chest was on a level with the top of the cleft, so that I had a good view of the boulder.

I couldn't do anything at all.

It was much too heavy and big for my arms to stop and I couldn't move, of course, since I was standing on Jack Lattery's shoulders.

There did not seem very much chance, with nothing below us except two thousand feet of vacancy.