at the unending line behind him , at the mountain face ahead , towering now , almost leaning out over him , at yama , tall , busy stooping , asking , checking his list , asking again , and finally , almost at the maw now and not so much dust raised by ceremonial feet to contend with , beyond yama , far along the mountain face to the southfelt like south , anywayhe made out another maw , another gape in the rock .