shouting with uncontrollable joy , they pranced and danced and rolled on the sand even wixelor , having forgotten in his rapturous state about his wooden leg again , had broken free of the crumbling raft with an entire log still attached to it , dragging it along till gallan and raddia , laughing out loud as he did , hurried to place their bare hands round his leg , whereupon their substances , made even stronger by their glee , caused the wood to disintegrate into a pile of wet sawdust , freeing wixelors still-numb yet intact , majestic foot .