"It's tonight or never, comrades.

They're putting steel nets over them, already.

By tomorrow the whole place will be protected by huge grill-work fully a hundred feet above the tops of the tanks.

Oh, they seem to have thought of everything, those plutes! But they'll be just a shade too late, this time; just a shade too late!" Another silence, broken again by the tall Southerner.
"Just let me get this thing quite clear," said he.

"We're to start at 5:30, you say, walk past the Welland Canal Feeder out to the Monck Aviation Grounds, and find everything ready there ?" "Correct," said Gabriel.