Plunging into the crack after Williams, Monk found himself in an unnerving position. He was a photos scato sitting duck, in case Williams had another photos scato gun and chose to use it. Williams photos scato would certainly choose; the fact he didn't cut loose now seemed proof he didn't photos scato have another. And there was
Monk's claustrophobia.
Monk's revulsion against tight places applied
particularly to stone. Now, squirming sidewise through
a crevice which photos scato seemed to photos scato be photos scato narrowing, Monk began to have the ghastly conviction that the stone, several billions of tons of it, was slowly sliding photos scato together to close the crack. The fact that the inroad of terror immediately made his apish body swell was no help.
Finally, he wedged helplessly, photos scato and had to sink his photos scato teeth in his tongue to keep from bawling in an agony of frustrated terror. This happened about twenty-five feet from the far end of the crevice, and Williams, completing photos scato the passage, immediately pounded on a loose stone and hurled it into the slit
in photos scato an effort to brain Monk.
The hard-thrown rock was a blessing Monk badly needed; it hit his photos scato head, laid open his scalp, kayoed him for a moment. The brief unconsciousness forced his body to relax; thus loosened, he became free in the crevice and sagged. Also, dazed rage replaced terror, so he did not tighten his muscles until he had scrambled out of the thin passage.
Williams ran. photos scato howling incoherently - the roaring was characteristic of Monk when violently aroused - Monk pursued him.
Photos scato the cavern gave a weirdly different impression now; there photos scato was a feeling of vast space photos scato without there really being space. There were columns, passages, weirdly meandering tunnels.