CHAPTER XVI

Falling Through Space In that awful instant, Don felt that he was doomed. Down, down he went, the speed of his falling body increasing with every second. His head was surcharged with blood, his temples beat like trip-hammers, his lungs were strained to bursting. It was impossible for him to breathe. Down, down, still down, the snow seeming to wrap around him like a winding sheet. One last despairing farewell to his loved ones, one last word of prayer—and he knew no more. Some time afterward—how long Don never knew;…