"Oh, bother the food," some one protested impatiently. "I don't care about myself. I can go hungry to-night. I want to get back to my family."
"That's all that really matters," a chorus of voices echoed.
"We'd better not bother about anything else unless we find we can't get back. Concentrate on getting back," one man stated more explicitly.
"Look here," said Arthur incisively. "You've a family, and so have a great many of the others in the tower, but your family and everybody else's family has got to wait. As an inside limit, we can hope to begin to work on the problem of getting back when we're sure there's nothing else going to happen. I tell you quite honestly that I think I know what is the direct cause of this catastrophe. And I'll tell you even more honestly that I think I'm the only man among us who can put this tower back where it started from. And I'll tell you most honestly of all that any attempt to meddle at this present time with the forces that let us down here will result in a catastrophe considerably greater than the one that happened to-day."
"Well, if you're sure—" some one began reluctantly.
"I am so sure that I'm going to keep to myself the knowledge of what will start those forces to work again," Arthur said quietly. "I don't want any impatient meddling. If we start them too soon God only knows what will happen."
VIII.
Van Deventer was eying Arthur Chamberlain keenly.
"It isn't a question of your wanting pay in exchange for your services in putting us back, is it?" he asked coolly.