He was after it like a youth of twenty, and he recaptured it.

But when he reached the extremity of the tunnel his amazed eyes saw nothing but a great cage of human animals pressed tightly together behind bars.

There Was a click, and the whole cage sank from his sight into the earth.
He felt that there was more than he had dreamt of in the city of miracles.

In a couple of minutes another cage rose into the tunnel at a different point, vomited its captives and descended swiftly again with Priam and many others, and threw him and the rest out into a white mine consisting of numberless galleries.

He ran about these interminable galleries underneath London, at the bidding of painted hands, for a considerable time, and occasionally magic trains without engines swept across his vision.