"What had I better do?" faltered the Captain.
Before Luke could reply, a strident yell came from the invisible ranks of the mob:
"Now then: come on! Burn their damned shop!"
A thousand voices echoed:
"Burn it! Burn it down!"
The Captain turned to Luke.
"You've got to stop them," said Luke.
The din increased.
"O my God!" said Facciolati.
In Luke blazed up all the furnace of battle. He gripped the Captain's collar and shook the man as if he were a frightened, disobedient child.