We then moved to the edge and turned our lights down into those awful depths—to depths perhaps never before touched by ray of light since time began. Far down the beams went plunging and farther still; but we could not see the bottom. Bottom there was, however, for the water was tumbling and growling down there.
I was glad to draw back from the edge, and I leaned against the rock-wall and gazed upon the dark scene in wonder, amazement and in awe.
In a few moments Rhodes joined me.
"Well, what do you think of it, Bill?"
"Milton, this is awful."
"It is. I have never seen a sight more strange and terrible."
"And the angel?" I queried.
"What about her, Bill?"
"How on earth did she make her way through this awful place?"
"Why, along this ledge on which we are standing. There is no other way."