At eight o'clock they had sent out a sharp request for right of way; at nine in number they had trebled, and the note of the sirens was raucous, harsh, and peremptory.

At ten no longer were there disconnected warnings, but from the horns and sirens issued one long, continuous scream.

It was like the steady roar of a gale in the rigging, and it spoke in abject panic.

The voices of the cars racing past were like the voices of human beings driven with fear.

From the front of the hotel we watched them.