I must get to Bullivant and Macgillivray and set their big machine to work.

Above all I must get to Blenkiron.
I started to squeeze out of that push, for air raids now seemed far too trivial to give a thought to.

Moreover the guns had stopped, but so sheeplike is human nature that the crowd still hung together, and it took me a good fifteen minutes to edge my way to the open air.

I found that the trouble was over, and the street had resumed its usual appearance.

Buses and taxis were running, and voluble knots of people were recounting their experiences.