“Across the frame-support.”
“Going to drive across—?”
“Yes.”
“It’s suicide, Freder!”
“I didn’t ask you to accompany me. Get out!”
“I won’t permit it—it’s blazing lunacy!”
“The fire over there is blazing, man—!”
The words seemed not to come from Freder’s mouth.
Every wound of the dying city seemed to be roaring out of him.
“Drive on!” said Josaphat through clenched teeth.