Hestruckoutapathobliquetotheroomandpacedtoandfro，strugglingwithintolerablevastimpressions。
　　Thethingshehadderivedfromthecylindersandthethingshehadseen，conflicted，confusedhim。
　　Itseemedtohimthemostamazingthingofallthatinhisthirtyyearsoflifehehadnevertriedtoshapeapictureofthesecomingtimes。"Weweremakingthefuture，"hesaid，"andhardlyanyofustroubledtothinkwhatfutureweweremaking。Andhereitis！"
　　"Whathavetheygotto，whathasbeendone？HowdoIcomeintothemidstofitall？"Thevastnessofstreetandhousehewaspreparedfor，themultitudesofpeople。Butconflictsinthecityways！Andthesystematisedsensualityofaclassofrichmen！
　　HethoughtofBellamy，theheroofwhoseSocialisticUtopiahadsooddlyanticipatedthisactualexperience。
　　ButherewasnoUtopia，noSocialisticstate。
　　Hehadalreadyseenenoughtorealisethattheancientantithesisofluxury，wasteandsensualityontheonehandandabjectpovertyontheother，stillprevailed。
　　Heknewenoughoftheessentialfactorsoflifetounderstandthatcorrelation。Andnotonlywerethebuildingsofthecitygiganticandthecrowdsinthestreetgigantic，butthevoiceshehadheardintheways，theuneasinessofHoward，theveryatmospherespokeofgiganticdiscontent。Whatcountrywashein？StillEnglanditseemed，andyetstrangely"un—English。"Hismindglancedattherestoftheworld，andsawonlyanenigmaticalveil。
　　Heprowledabouthisapartment，examiningeverythingasacagedanimalmightdo。Hefeltverytired，feltthatfeverishexhaustionthatdoesnotadmitofrest。
　　Helistenedforlongspacesundertheventilatortocatchsomedistantechoofthetumultshefeltmustbeproceedinginthecity。
　　Hebegantotalktohimself。"Twohundredandthreeyears！"hesaidtohimselfoverandoveragain，laughingstupidly。"ThenIamtwohundredandthirty—threeyearsold！Theoldestinhabitant。Surelytheyhaven’treversedthetendencyofourtimeandgonebacktotheruleoftheoldest。Myclaimsareindisputable。Mumble，mumble。IremembertheBulgarianatrocitiesasthoughitwasyesterday。’Tisagreatage！Haha！"Hewassurprisedatfirsttohearhimselflaughing，andthenlaughedagaindeliberatelyandlouder。Thenherealisedthathewasbehavingfoolishly。"Steady，"hesaid。"Steady！"
　　Hispacingbecamemoreregular。"Thisnewworld，"hesaid。"Idon’tunderstandit。__Why？__……
　　Butitisall__why！__"
　　"IsupposetheycanflyanddoallsortsofthingsLetmetryandrememberjusthowitbegan。"
　　Hewassurprisedatfirsttofindhowvaguethememoriesofhisfirstthirtyyearshadbecome。Herememberedfragments，forthemostparttrivialmoments，thingsofnogreatimportancethathehadobserved。Hisboyhoodseemedthemostaccessibleatfirst，herecalledschoolbooksandcertainlessonsinmensuration。Thenherevivedthemoresalientfeaturesofhislife，memoriesofthewifelongsincedead，hermagicinfluencenowgonebeyondcorruption，ofhisrivalsandfriendsandbetrayers，oftheswiftdecisionofthisissueandthat，andthenofhis，lastyearsofmisery，offluctuatingresolves，andatlastofhisstrenuousstudies。Inalittlewhileheperceivedhehaditallagain；dimperhaps，likemetallonglaidaside，butinnowaydefectiveorinjured，capableofre—polishing。Andthehueofitwasadeepeningmisery。
　　Wasitworthre—polishing？Byamiraclehehadbeenliftedoutofalifethathadbecomeintolerable。
　　Herevertedtohispresentcondition。Hewrestledwiththefactsinvain。Itbecameaninextricabletangle。
　　Hesawtheskythroughtheventilatorpinkwithdawn。Anoldpersuasioncameoutofthedarkrecessesofhismemory。"Imustsleep，"hesaid。Itappearedasadelightfulrelieffromthismentaldistressandfromthegrowingpainandheavinessofhislimbs。Hewenttothestrangelittlebed，laydownandwaspresentlyasleep。
　　Hewasdestinedtobecomeveryfamiliarindeedwiththeseapartmentsbeforeheleftthem，forheremainedimprisonedforthreedays。Duringthattimenoone，exceptHoward，enteredhisprison。Themarvelofhisfatemingledwithandinsomewayminimisedthemarvelofhissurvival。Hehadawakenedtomankinditseemedonlytobesnatchedawayintothisunaccountablesolitude。Howardcameregularlywithsubtlysustainingandnutritivefluids，andlightandpleasantfoods，quitestrangetoGraham。Healwaysclosedthedoorcarefullyasheentered。Onmattersofdetailhewasincreasinglyobliging，butthebearingofGrahamonthegreatissuesthatwereevidentlybeingcontestedsocloselybeyondthesoundproofwallsthatenclosedhim，hewouldnotelucidate。
　　Heevaded，aspolitelyaspossible，everyquestiononthepositionofaffairsintheouterworld。
　　AndinthosethreedaysGraham’sincessantthoughtswentfarandwide。Allthathehadseen，allthiselaboratecontrivancetopreventhimseeing，workedtogetherinhismind。Almosteverypossibleinterpretationofhispositionhedebated——evenasitchanced，therightinterpretation。Thingsthatpresentlyhappenedtohim，cametohimatlastcredible，byvirtueofthisseclusion。Whenatlengththemomentofhisreleasearrived，itfoundhimprepared。
　　Howard’sbearingwentfartodeepenGraham’simpressionofhisownstrangeimportance；thedoorbetweenitsopeningandclosingseemedtoadmitwithhimabreathofmomentoushappening。Hisenquiriesbecamemoredefiniteandsearching。Howardretreatedthroughprotestsanddifficulties。Theawakeningwasunforeseen，herepeated；ithappenedtohavefalleninwiththetrendofasocialconvulsion。
　　"ToexplainitImusttellyouthehistoryofagrossandahalfofyears，"protestedHoward。
　　"Thethingisthis，"saidGraham。"YouareafraidofsomethingIshalldo。InsomewayIamarbitrator——Imightbearbitrator。"
　　"Itisnotthat。Butyouhave——Imaytellyouthismuch——theautomaticincreaseofyourpropertyputsgreatpossibilitiesofinterferenceinyourhands。
　　Andincertainotherwaysyouhaveinfluence，withyoureighteenthcenturynotions。"
　　"Nineteenthcentury，"correctedGraham。
　　"Withyouroldworldnotions，anyhow，ignorantasyouareofeveryfeatureofourState。"
　　"AmIafool？"
　　"Certainlynot。"
　　"DoIseemtobethesortofmanwhowouldactrashly？"
　　"Youwereneverexpectedtoactatall。Noonecountedonyourawakening。Noonedreamtyouwouldeverawake。TheCouncilhadsurroundedyouwithantisepticconditions。Asamatteroffact，wethoughtthatyouweredead——amerearrestofdecay。
　　And——butitistoocomplex。Wedarenotsuddenly——whileyouarestillhalfawake。"
　　"Itwon’tdo，"saidGraham。"Supposeitisasyousay——whyamInotbeingcrammednightanddaywithfactsandwarningsandallthewisdomofthetimetofitmeformyresponsibilities？AmIanywisernowthantwodaysago，ifitistwodays，whenI
　　awoke？"
　　Howardpulledhislip。
　　"Iambeginningtofeel——everyhourIfeelmoreclearly——asenseofcomplexconcealmentofwhichyouarethesalientpoint。IsthisCouncil，orcommittee，orwhatevertheyare，cookingtheaccountsofmyestate？Isthatit？"
　　"Thatnoteofsuspicion——"saidHoward。
　　"Ugh！"saidGraham。"Now，markmywords，itwillbeillforthosewhohaveputmehere。Itwillbeill。Iamalive。Makenodoubtofit，Iamalive。
　　Everydaymypulseisstrongerandmymindclearerandmorevigorous。Nomorequiescence。Iamamancomebacktolife。AndIwantto__live———__"
　　"__Live！__"
　　Howard’sfacelitwithanidea。HecametowardsGrahamandspokeinaneasyconfidentialtone。
　　"TheCouncilsecludesyouhereforyourgood。
　　Youarerestless。Naturally——anenergeticman！
　　Youfinditdullhere。Butweareanxiousthateverythingyoumaydesire——everydesire——everysortofdesire……Theremaybesomething。Isthereanysortofcompany？"
　　Hepausedmeaningly。
　　"Yes，"saidGrahamthoughtfully。"Thereis。"
　　"Ah！__Now！__Wehavetreatedyouneglectfully。"
　　"Thecrowdsinyonderstreetsofyours。"
　　"That，"saidHoward，"Iamafraid——。But——"
　　Grahambeganpacingtheroom。Howardstoodnearthedoorwatchinghim。TheimplicationofHoward’ssuggestionwasonlyhalfevidenttoGrahamCompany？Supposeheweretoaccepttheproposal，demandsomesortof__company__？Wouldtherebeanypossibilitiesofgatheringfromtheconversationo？thisadditionalpersonsomevagueinklingofthestrugglethathadbrokenoutsovividlyathiswakingmoment？
　　Hemeditatedagain，andthesuggestiontookcolour。
　　HeturnedonHowardabruptly。
　　"Whatdoyoumeanbycompany？"
　　Howardraisedhiseyesandshruggedhisshoulders。
　　"Humanbeings，"hesaid，withacurioussmileonhisheavyface。
　　"Oursocialideas，"hesaid，"haveacertainincreasedliberality，perhaps，incomparisonwithyourtimes。Ifamanwishestorelievesuchatediumasthis——byfemininesociety，forinstance。Wethinkitnoscandal。Wehaveclearedourmindsofformulae。
　　Thereisinourcityaclass，anecessaryclass，nolongerdespised——discreet——"
　　Grahamstoppeddead。
　　"Itwouldpassthetime，"saidHoward。"ItisathingIshouldperhapshavethoughtofbefore，but，asamatteroffact，somuchishappening——"
　　Heindicatedtheexteriorworld。
　　Grahamhesitated。Foramomentthefigureofapossiblewomanthathisimaginationsuddenlycreateddominatedhismindwithanintenseattraction。Thenheflashedintoanger。
　　"NoI"heshouted。
　　Hebeganstridingrapidlyupanddowntheroom。
　　"Everythingyousay，everythingyoudo，convincesme——ofsomegreatissueinwhichIamconcerned。
　　Idonotwanttopassthetime，asyoucallit。Yes，I
　　know。Desireandindulgencearelifeinasense——
　　andDeath！Extinction！InmylifebeforeIsleptIhadworkedoutthatpitifulquestion。Iwillnotbeginagain。Thereisacity，amultitude——。AndmeanwhileIamherelikearabbitinabag。"
　　Hisragesurgedhigh。Hechokedforamomentandbegantowavehisclenchedfists。Hegavewaytoanangerfit，hesworearchaiccurses。Hisgestureshadthequalityofphysicalthreats。
　　"Idonotknowwhoyourpartymaybe。Iaminthedark，andyoukeepmeinthedark。ButIknowthis，thatIamsecludedherefornogoodpurpose。
　　Fornogoodpurpose。Iwarnyou，Iwarnyouoftheconsequences。OnceIcomeatmypower——"
　　Herealisedthattothreatenthusmightbeadangertohimself。Hestopped。Howardstoodregardinghimwithacuriousexpression。
　　"ItakeitthisisamessagetotheCouncil，"saidHoward。
　　Grahamhadamomentaryimpulsetoleapupontheman，fellorstunhim。Itmusthaveshownuponhisface；atanyrateHoward’smovementwasquick。Inasecondthenoiselessdoorhadclosedagain，andthemanfromthenineteenthcenturywasalone。
　　Foramomenthestoodrigid，withclenchedhandshalfraised。Thenheflungthemdown。"WhatafoolIhavebeen！"hesaid，andgavewaytohisangeragain，stampingabouttheroomandshoutingcurses。
　　Foralongtimehekepthimselfinasortoffrenzy，ragingathisposition，athisownfolly，attheknaveswhohadimprisonedhim。Hedidthisbecausehedidnotwanttolookcalmlyathisposition。Heclungtohisanger——becausehewasafraidofFear。
　　PresentlyhefoundhimselfreasoningwithhimselfThisimprisonmentwasunaccountable，butnodoubtthelegalforms——newlegalforms——ofthetimepermittedit。Itmust，ofcourse，belegal。ThesepeopleweretwohundredyearsfurtheroninthemarchofcivilisationthantheVictoriangeneration。Itwasnotlikelytheywouldbeless——humane。Yettheyhadclearedtheirmindsofformulae！Washumanityaformulaaswellaschastity？
　　Hisimaginationsettoworktosuggestthingsthatmightbedonetohim。Theattemptsofhisreasontodisposeofthesesuggestions，thoughforthemostpartlogicallyvalid，werequiteunavailing。"Whyshouldanythingbedonetome？"
　　"Iftheworstcomestotheworst，"hefoundhimselfsayingatlast，"Icangiveupwhattheywant。
　　Butwhatdotheywant？Andwhydon’ttheyaskmeforitinsteadofcoopingmeup？"
　　HereturnedtohisformerpreoccupationwiththeCouncil’spossibleintentions。HebegantoreconsiderthedetailsofHoward’sbehaviour，sinisterglances，inexplicablehesitations。Then，foratime，hismindcircledabouttheideaofescapingfromtheserooms；
　　butwhithercouldheescapeintothisvast，crowdedworld？HewouldbeworseoffthanaSaxonyeomansuddenlydroppedintonineteenthcenturyLondon。
　　Andbesides，howcouldanyoneescapefromtheserooms？
　　"Howcanitbenefitanyoneifharmshouldhappentome？"
　　Hethoughtofthetumult，thegreatsocialtroubleofwhichhewassounaccountablytheaxis。Atext，irrelevantenoughandyetcuriouslyinsistent，camefloatingupoutofthedarknessofhismemory。ThisalsoaCouncilhadsaid：
　　"Itisexpedientforusthatonemanshoulddieforthepeople。"
　　CHAPTERVIII
　　THEROOFSPACES
　　Asthefansinthecircularapertureoftheinnerroomrotatedandpermittedglimpsesofthenight，dimsoundsdriftedinthereby。AndGraham，standingunderneath，wrestlingdarklywiththeunknownpowersthatimprisonedhim，andwhichhehadnowdeliberatelychallenged，wasstartledbythesoundofavoice。
　　Hepeeredupandsawintheintervalsoftherotation，darkanddim，thefaceandshouldersofamanregardinghim。Whenadarkhandwasextended，theswiftvanstruckit，swungroundandbeatonwithalittlebrownishpatchontheedgeofitsthinblade，andsomethingbegantofalltherefromuponthefloor，drippingsilently。
　　Grahamlookeddown，andtherewerespotsofbloodathisfeet。Helookedupagaininastrangeexcitement。
　　Thefigurehadgone。
　　Heremainedmotionless——hiseverysenseintentupontheflickeringpatchofdarkness，foroutsideitwashighnight。Hebecameawareofsomefaint，remote，darkspecksfloatinglightlythroughtheouterair。Theycamedowntowardshim，fitfully，eddyingly，andpassedasideoutoftheuprushfromthefan。Agleamoflightflickered，thespecksflashedwhite，andthenthedarknesscameagain。Warmedandlitashewas，heperceivedthatitwassnowingwithinafewfeetofhim。
　　Grahamwalkedacrosstheroomandcamebacktotheventilatoragain。Hesawtheheadofamanpassnear。Therewasasoundofwhispering。Thenasmartblowonsomemetallicsubstance，effort，voices，andthevansstopped。Agustofsnowflakeswhirledintotheroom，andvanishedbeforetheytouchedthefloor。"Don’tbeafraid，"saidavoice。
　　Grahamstoodunderthevan。"Whoareyou？"
　　hewhispered。
　　Foramomenttherewasnothingbutaswayingofthefan，andthentheheadofamanwasthrustcautiouslyintotheopening。HisfaceappearednearlyinvertedtoGraham；hisdarkhairwaswetwithdissolvingflakesofsnowuponit。Hisarmwentupintothedarknessholdingsomethingunseen。Hehadayouthfulfaceandbrighteyes，andtheveinsofhisforeheadwereswollen。Heseemedtobeexertinghimselftomaintainhisposition。
　　ForseveralsecondsneitherhenorGrahamspoke。
　　"YouweretheSleeper？"saidthestrangeratlast。
　　"Yes，"saidGraham。"Whatdoyouwantwithme？"
　　"IcomefromOstrog，Sire。"
　　"Ostrog？"
　　ThemanintheventilatortwistedhisheadroundsothathisprofilewastowardsGraham。Heappearedtobelistening。Suddenlytherewasahastyexclamation，andtheintrudersprangbackjustintimetoescapethesweepofthereleasedfan。AndwhenGrahampeereduptherewasnothingvisiblebuttheslowlyfallingsnow。
　　Itwasperhapsaquarterofanhourbeforeanythingreturnedtotheventilator。Butatlastcamethesamemetallicinterferenceagain；thefansstoppedandthefacereappeared。Grahamhadremainedallthistimeinthesameplace，alertandtremulouslyexcited。
　　"Whoareyou？Whatdoyouwant？"hesaid。
　　"Wewanttospeaktoyou，Sire，"saidtheintruder。
　　"Wewant——Ican’tholdthething。Wehavebeentryingtofindawaytoyouthesethreedays。"
　　"Isitrescue？"whisperedGraham。"Escape？"
　　"Yes，Sire。Ifyouwill。"
　　"Youaremyparty——thepartyoftheSleeper？"
　　"Yes，Sire。"
　　"WhatamItodo？"saidGraham。
　　Therewasastruggle。Thestranger’sarmappeared，andhishandwasbleeding。Hiskneescameintoviewovertheedgeofthefunnel。"Standawayfromme，"
　　hesaid，andhedroppedratherheavilyonhishandsandoneshoulderatGraham’sfeet。Thereleasedventilatorwhirlednoisily。Thestrangerrolledover，sprangupnimblyandstoodpanting，handtoabruisedshoulder，andwithhisbrighteyesonGraham。
　　"YouareindeedtheSleeper，"hesaid。"Isawyouasleep。Whenitwasthelawthatanyonemightseeyou。"
　　"Iamthemanwhowasinthetrance，"saidGraham。
　　"Theyhaveimprisonedmehere。IhavebeenheresinceIawoke——atleastthreedays。"
　　Theintruderseemedabouttospeak，heardsomething，glancedswiftlyatthedoor，andsuddenlyleftGrahamandrantowardsit，shoutingquickincoherentwords。Abrightwedgeofsteelflashedinhishand，andhebegantap，tap，aquicksuccessionofblowsuponthehinges。"Mind！"criedavoice。"Oh！"
　　Thevoicecamefromabove。
　　Grahamglancedup，sawthesolesoftwofeet，ducked，wasstruckontheshoulderbyoneofthem，andaheavyweightborehimtotheearth。Hefellonhiskneesandforward，andtheweightwentoverhishead。Hekneltupandsawasecondmanfromaboveseatedbeforehim。
　　"Ididnotseeyou，Sire，"pantedtheman。HeroseandassistedGrahamtoarise。"Areyouhurt，Sire？"
　　hepanted。Asuccessionofheavyblowsontheventilatorbegan，somethingfellclosetoGraham’sface，andashiveringedgeofwhitemetaldanced，fellover，andlayflatuponthefloor。
　　"Whatisthis？"criedGraham，confusedandlookingattheventilator。"Whoareyou？Whatareyougoingtodo？Remember，Iunderstandnothing。"
　　"Standback，"saidthestranger，anddrewhimfromundertheventilatorasanotherfragmentofmetalfellheavily。
　　"Wewantyoutocome，Sire，"pantedthenewcomer，andGrahamglancingathisfaceagain，sawanewcuthadchangedfromwhitetoredonhisfore—
　　head，andacoupleoflittletricklesofbloodstartingtherefrom。"Yourpeoplecallforyou。"
　　"Comewhere？Mypeople？"
　　"Tothehallaboutthemarkets。Yourlifeisindangerhere。Wehavespies。Welearnedbutjustintime。TheCouncilhasdecided——thisveryday——
　　eithertodrugorkillyou。Andeverythingisready。
　　Thepeoplearedrilled，thewind—vanepolice，theengineers，andhalftheway—gearersarewithus。Wehavethehallscrowded——shouting。ThewholecityshoutsagainsttheCouncil。Wehavearms。"Hewipedthebloodwithhishand。"Yourlifehereisnotworth——"
　　"Butwhyarms？"
　　"Thepeoplehaverisentoprotectyou，Sire。
　　What？"
　　Heturnedquicklyasthemanwhohadfirstcomedownmadeahissingwithhisteeth。Grahamsawthelatterstartback，gesticulatetothemtoconcealthemselves，andmoveasiftohidebehindtheopeningdoor。
　　AshedidsoHowardappeared，alittletrayinonehandandhisheavyfacedowncast。Hestarted，lookedup，thedoorslammedbehindhim，thetraytiltedside—
　　ways，andthesteelwedgestruckhimbehindtheear。
　　Hewentdownlikeafelledtree，andlayashefellathwarttheflooroftheouterroom。Themanwhohadstruckhimbenthastily，studiedhisfaceforamoment，rose，andreturnedtohisworkatthedoor。
　　"Yourpoison！"saidavoiceinGraham’sear。
　　Thenabruptlytheywereindarkness。Theinnumerablecornicelightshadbeenextinguished。Grahamsawtheapertureoftheventilatorwithghostlysnowwhirlingaboveitanddarkfiguresmovinghastily。
　　Threekneltonthevan。Somedimthing——aladderwasbeingloweredthroughtheopening，andahandappearedholdingafitfulyellowlight。
　　Hehadamomentofhesitation。Butthemannerofthesemen，theirswiftalacrity，theirwords，marchedsocompletelywithhisownfearsoftheCouncil，withhisideaandhopeofarescue，thatitlastednotamoment。Andhispeopleawaitedhim！
　　"Idonotunderstand，"hesaid，"Itrust。Tellmewhattodo。"
　　ThemanwiththecutbrowgrippedGraham’sarm。
　　"Clamberuptheladder，"hewhispered。"Quick。
　　Theywillhaveheard——"
　　Grahamfeltfortheladderwithextendedhands，puthisfootonthelowerrung，and，turninghishead，sawovertheshoulderofthenearestman，intheyellowflickerofthelight，thefirst—comerastrideoverHowardandstillworkingatthedoor。Grahamturnedtotheladderagain，andwasthrustbyhisconductorandhelpedupbythoseabove，andthenhewasstandingonsomethinghardandcoldandslipperyoutsidetheventilatingfunnel。
　　Heshivered。Hewasawareofagreatdifferenceinthetemperature。Halfadozenmenstoodabouthim，andlightflakesofsnowtouchedhandsandfaceandmelted。Foramomentitwasdark，thenforaflashaghastlyvioletwhite，andtheneverythingwasdarkagain。
　　Hesawhehadcomeoutupontheroofofthevastcitystructurewhichhadreplacedthemiscellaneoushouses，streetsandopenspacesofVictorianLondon。
　　Theplaceuponwhichhestoodwaslevel，withhugeserpentinecablesIyingathwartitineverydirection。
　　Thecircularwheelsofanumberofwindmillsloomedindistinctandgiganticthroughthedarknessandsnowfall，androaredwithavaryingloudnessasthefitfulwhitelightsmoteupfrombelow，touchedthesnoweddieswithatransientglitter，andmadeanevanescentspectreinthenight；andhereandthere，lowdown！
　　somevaguelyoutlinedwind—drivenmechanismflickeredwithlividsparks。
　　Allthisheappreciatedinafragmentarymannerashisrescuersstoodabouthim。Someonethrewathicksoftcloakoffur—liketextureabouthim，andfasteneditbybuckledstrapsatwaistandshoulders。Thingsweresaidbriefly，decisively。Someonethrusthimforward。
　　Beforehismindwasyetclearadarkshapegrippedhisarm。"Thisway，"saidthisshape，urginghimalong，andpointedGrahamacrosstheflatroofinthedirectionofadimsemicircularhazeoflight。Grahamobeyed。
　　"Mind！"saidavoice，asGrahamstumbledagainstacable。"Betweenthemandnotacrossthem，"saidthevoice。And，"Wemusthurry。"
　　"Wherearethepeople？"saidGraham。"Thepeopleyousaidawaitedme？"
　　Thestrangerdidnotanswer。HeleftGraham’sarmasthepathgrewnarrower，andledthewaywithrapidstrides。Grahamfollowedblindly。Inaminutehefoundhimselfrunning。"Aretheotherscoming？"
　　hepanted，butreceivednoreply。Hiscompanionglancedbackandranon。Theycametoasortofpathwayofopenmetal—work，transversetothedirectiontheyhadcome，andtheyturnedasidetofollowthis。Grahamlookedback，butthesnowstormhadhiddentheothers。
　　"Comeon！"saidhisguide。Runningnow，theydrewnearalittlewindmillspinninghighintheair。