"Quick!" he called. "Hold fast! Now—run!"
Breathless, they raced to the left, across that invisible descending belt.
Too far, Kendrick knew, and they would plunge outside its zone, fall crushed and mangled. Not far enough, and they would meet cremation. It was a fearful hazard, either way, but it had to be taken.
They were almost down, now, and still not quite far enough to the left. The heat of that yawning crater rose toward them.
"Faster—faster!" he cried, fairly dragging her along with him.
A last dash—a breathless instant—and they stood there on the ground, not three feet from the edge of doom.
Swooning with the heat, Marjorie swayed against him, murmured an incoherent prayer.
"Take heart!" he whispered, lifting her bodily and bearing her some yards away. "We're down—safe!"
