And if it falls the other way--then there will be little need for us to care.

For man will be done!" "Martin! What do you mean ?" "It is the crisis," he answered.

"We can do nothing, Goodwin--nothing.
Whatever is to be steps forth now from the womb of Destiny." Again there came that distant rolling--louder, now.

Again the Thing trembled.
"The drums," whispered Ventnor.

"The drums of destiny.