He ended with a florid gesture and turned about. He found the light of his present exaltation reflected in the face of the girl. Their eyes met; her eyes were swimming with tears of enthusiasm. They seemed to be urged towards each other. They clasped hands and stood gripped, facing one another, in an eloquent silence. She whispered. “I knew,” she whispered. “I knew.” He could not speak, he crushed her hand in his. His mind was the theatre of gigantic passions.
The man in yellow was beside them. Neither had noted his coming. He was saying that the south-west wards were marching. “I never expected it so soon,” he cried. “They have done wonders. You must send them a word to help them on their way.”
Graham dropped Helen’s hand and stared at him absent-mindedly. Then with a start he returned to his previous preoccupation about the flying stages.
“Yes,” he said. “That is good, that is good.” He weighed a message. “Tell them;—well done South West.”
He turned his eyes to Helen Wotton again. His face expressed his struggle between conflicting ideas. “We must capture the flying stages,” he explained. “Unless we can do that they will land negroes. At all costs we must prevent that.”
He felt even as he spoke that this was not what had been in his mind before the interruption. He saw a touch of surprise in her eyes. She seemed about to speak and a shrill bell drowned her voice.
It occurred to Graham that she expected him to lead these marching people, that that was the thing he had to do. He made the offer abruptly. He addressed the man in yellow, but he spoke to her. He saw her face respond. “Here I am doing nothing,” he said.
“It is impossible,” protested the man in yellow.
“It is a fight in a warren. Your place is here.”
He explained elaborately. He motioned towards the room where Graham must wait, he insisted no other course was possible. “We must know where you are,” he said. “At any moment a crisis may arise needing your presence and decision.” The room was a luxurious little apartment with news machines and a broken mirror that had once been en rapport with the crow’s nest specula. It seemed a matter of course to Graham that Helen should stop with him.