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

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

things concerned him, turned upon him as a pivot. These were the guards

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

facade opposite was densely stippled with red. All these wonderful

of the Council attempting to recapture him.

his arm gripped. Then, pat, pat; he had been missed twice.

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

everything was hidden, as he looked. The second flare had burned out.

facade opposite was densely stippled with red. All these wonderful

things concerned him, turned upon him as a pivot. These were the guards

incredulous astonishment. He became for a time the blind creature of

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

crowded and bawling and firing at him.

facade opposite was densely stippled with red. All these wonderful

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

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

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

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

leapt the writhing body.

incredulous astonishment. He became for a time the blind creature of

a splash of molten metal sting his ear, and perceived without looking

crowded and bawling and firing at him.

darkness, blundered into his guards as they turned to run with him.

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

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

Down went one of his guards before him, and Graham, unable to stop,

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