“What is this talk about Muspel?” demanded Haunte.
Corpang caught his shoulder roughly, and stared straight into his eyes. “What do you know?”
“Not much, but something, perhaps. Ask me at supper. Now it is high time to start. Navigating the mountains by night isn’t child’s play, let me tell you.”
“I shall not forget,” said Corpang.
Maskull gazed down at the boat. “Are we to get in?”
“Gently, my friend. It’s only canework and skin.”
“First of all, you might enlighten me as to how you have contrived to dispense with the laws of gravitation.”
Haunte smiled sarcastically. “A secret in your ear, Maskull. All laws are female. A true male is an outlaw—outside the law.”
“I don’t understand.”
“The great body of the earth is continually giving out female particles, and the male parts of rocks and living bodies are equally continually trying to reach them. That’s gravitation.”