morning about ten o'clock
Just one more turn here and then -- ! It was not in the night I came here , and it was not all at once , as you are coming -- hold on ! Let me go in front of you . The hole was made gradually , until , one morning about ten o'clock , a great mass of rock -- gold bearing , I tell you -- rich in nuggets -- I was crazed to lose it -- fell out into space , and there I stood on the very verge of eternity . '' They rounded the turn as he talked , and Larry Kildene stood forward under the stars and waved the torch over his head and held Harry back from the edge with his other hand . The air over their heads was sweet and pure and cold , and full of the roar of falling water . They could see it in a long , vast ribbon of luminous whiteness against the black abyss -- moving -- and waving -- coming out from nothingness far above them , and reaching down to the nethermost depths -- in that weird gloom of night -- into nothingness again .