This broke up into individuals as it approached the balcony, and went pouring down the slower ways towards the dense struggling crowd on the central area.

These men in red appeared to be armed with sticks or truncheons; they seemed to be striking and thrusting.

A great shouting, cries of wrath, screaming, burst out and came up to Graham, faint and thin.

"Go on," cried Howard, laying hands on him.
Another man rushed down a cable.

Graham suddenly glanced up to see whence he came, and beheld through the glassy roof and the network of cables and girders, dim rhythmically passing forms like the vanes of windmills, and between them glimpses of a remote and pallid sky.