But by the God who made me I'll run from them no more.

I'll die standing." His courage steadied me.

Defiantly we marched on.

Up from below us, down from the roof, out from the walls of our way the hosts of eyes gleamed and twinkled upon us.
"Who could have believed it ?" he muttered, half to himself.

"A living city of them! A living nest of them; a prodigious living nest of metal!" "A nest ?" I caught the word.