“Exactly, and we’re all going over to see the fun. You’ll come?”
“Oh, I’ll come. Hello! here’s Rhodes; tell him.”
Rhodes knew. Ministry fallen. Mob at it some more. Been fired on by the soldiers once. Pont Neuf and the Arc guarded by cannon. Carleton came hurrying up.
“The French students are loose and raising Cain. We’re going to assist at the show. Come along.”
“No,” growled Braith, and looked hard at Rex.
“Oh, come along! We’re all going,” said Carleton, “Elliott, Gethryn, the Colossus, Thaxton, Clifford.”
Braith turned sharply to Rex. “Yes, going to get your heads smashed by a bullet or carved by a saber. What for? What business is it of yours?”
“Braith thinks he looks like a Prussian and is afraid,” mused Clifford.
“Come on, won’t you, Braith?” said Gethryn.
“Are you going?”