"That's it," Leyburn cried. "But before I've done I want to say right here——"
Frank passed one great hand across his perspiring forehead. It was unbelievable that it could be Leyburn urging these men to nothing less than anarchy and crime. He could scarcely credit his ears. Yet there it was—and he was still speaking.
A furious and utter loathing for the man, even for the cause of the benighted worker, rose up in his heart and sickened him.
"It's awful!" he said aloud.
"It's the saddest sight I've seen in my life."
Frank swung round at the sound of the voice. In a moment his arms were outstretched.
"Phyl!" he cried. "You?"
Phyllis caught his hands and held them tightly.
