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The stars were beginning to pale when the stony figure by Matresser's side suddenly broke the long silence. He lifted the front of his helmet and a shout of triumph broke from his lips.
"We have won!" he cried. "We succeed. Sit tight, my noble passenger. Look downwards. We begin to descend."