of the Council attempting to recapture him.

For a moment he did not understand this. The street was hidden,

incontinently someone, coming, it may be, in a transver

a great shouting across the ways, an answering tumult from the ways.

a hundred and fifty years. He heard bullets whacking over his head, felt

was exposed. A third glare came close on its predecessors. With it came

gallery. "Before the next light!" he cried. His haste was contagious.

crowded and bawling and firing at him.

gallery. "Before the next light!" he cried. His haste was contagious.

Graham's instinct of self-preservation overcame the paralysis of his

incontinently someone, coming, it may be, in a transver

The red-coats below, he saw, had now almost gained the central passage.

a hundred and fifty years. He heard bullets whacking over his head, felt

that the whole opposite facade, an unmasked ambuscade of red police, was

facade opposite was densely stippled with red. All these wonderful

the fear of death. He ran, stumbling because of the uncertainty of the

Something struck the wall above his head. He looked up at the impact and

The red-coats below, he saw, had now almost gained the central passage.

leapt the writhing body.

a hundred and fifty years. He heard bullets whacking over his head, felt

the fear of death. He ran, stumbling because of the uncertainty of the

The red-coats below, he saw, had now almost gained the central passage.

Lincoln had gripped Graham by the arm, was lugging him along the

the fear of death. He ran, stumbling because of the uncertainty of the

In another second he had plunged, unhurt, into a black passage, and

facade opposite was densely stippled with red. All these wonderful

Haste was his one desire, to escape this perilous gallery upon which he

Graham's instinct of self-preservation overcame the paralysis of his

Lincoln had gripped Graham by the arm, was lugging him along the