Then the same voice again pierced the babel.

My mind gripped the meaning of it all; they had found a leader; they had released Manuel Estevan.

Now the real fight was on! We stooped low, to escape as much as possible from the dim revealing light streaming through the glass at our backs, and waited, staring into the black depths of the cabin, and listening for every sound.

The release of Manuel, the very knowledge of his presence had changed the mob into dangerous fighters.

The roar of voices died away with the noise of confusion.