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rom me； I dropped my sword and ran as if to lift him up。 As I bent toward him something happened too quick for me to follow。 I do not know whether the iron bar was rotted with rust and came away in his hand； or whether he rent it out of the rock with his apelike strength； but the thing was in his hand； and with his dying energies he swung it over my head； as I knelt there unarmed beside him。 I looked up wildly to avoid the blow； and saw above us the great bulk of Britannia leaning outward like the figurehead of a ship。 The next instant I saw it was leaning an inch or two more than usual； and all the skies with their outstanding stars seemed to be leaning with it。 For the third second it was as if the skies fell； and in the fourth I was standing in the quiet garden； looking down on that flat ruin of stone and bone at which you were looking to…day。 He had plucked out the last prop that held up the British goddess； and she had fallen and crushed the traitor in her fall。 I turned and darted for the coat which I knew to contain the package； ripped it up with my sword； and raced away up the garden path to where my motor bike was waiting on the road above。 I had every reason for haste； but I fled without looking back at the statue and the。 body； and I think the thing I fled from was the sight of that appalling allegory。
〃Then I did the rest of what I had to do。 All through the night and into the daybreak and the daylight I went humming through the villages and markets of South England like a traveling bullet； till I came to the headquarters in the West where the trouble was。 I was just in time。 I was able to placard the place； so to speak； with the news that the government had not betrayed them； and that they would find supports if they would push eastward against the enemy。 There's no time to tell you all that happened； but I tell you it was the day of my life。 A triumph like a torchlight procession； with torchlights that might have been firebrands。 The mutinies simmered down； the men of Somerset and the western counties came pouring into the market places； the men who died with Arthur and stood firm with Alfred。 The Irish regiments rallied to them； after a scene like a riot； and marched eastward out of the town singing Fenian songs。 There was all that is not understood； about the dark laughter of that people； in the delight with which； even when marching with the English to the defense of England； they shouted at the top of their voices； 'High upon the gallows tree stood the noble…hearted three 。 。 。 With England's cruel cord about them cast。' However； the chorus was 'God save Ireland；' and we could all have sung that just then； in one sense or another。
〃But there was another side to my mission。 I carried the plans of the defense； and to a great extent； luckily； the plans of the invasion also。 I won't worry you with strategics； but we knew where the enemy had pushed forward the great battery that covered all his movements； and though our friends from the West could hardly arrive in time to intercept the main movement； they might get within long artillery range of the battery and shell it； if they only knew exactly where it was。 They could hardly tell that unless somebody round about here sent up some sort of signal。 But； somehow； I rather fancy that somebody will。〃
With that he got up from the table； and they remounted their machines and went eastward into the advancing twilight of evening。 The levels of the landscape Were repeated in flat strips of floating cloud and the last colors of day clung to the circle of the horizon。 Reced。 ing farther and farther behind them was the semicircle of the last hills； and it was quite suddenly that they saw afar off the dim line of the sea。 It was not a strip of bright blue as they had seen it from the sunny veranda； but of a sinister and smoky violet； a tint that seemed ominous and dark。 Here Horne Fisher dismounted once more。
〃We must walk the rest of the way；〃 he said； 〃and the last bit of all I must walk alone。〃
He bent down and began to unstrap something from his bicycle。 It was something that had puzzled his companion all the way in spite of what held him to more interesting riddles； it appeared to be several lengths of pole strapped together and wrapped up in paper。 Fisher took it under his arm and began to pick his way across the turf。 The ground was growing more tum。 bled and irregular and he was walking toward a mass of thickets and small woods； night grew darker every moment。 〃We must not talk any more；〃 said Fisher。 〃I shall whisper to you when you are to halt。 Don't try to follow me then； for it will only spoil the show； one man can barely crawl safely to the spot； and two would certainly be caught。〃
〃I would follow you anywhere；〃 replied March； 〃but I would halt； too； if that is better。〃
〃I know you would；〃 said his friend in a low voice。 〃Perhaps you're the only man I ever quite trusted in this world。〃
A few paces farther on they came to the end of a great ridge or mound looking monstrous against the dim sky； and Fisher stopped with a gesture。 He caught his companion's hand and wrung it with a violent tenderness； and then darted forward into the darkness。 March could faintly see his figure crawling along under the shadow of the ridge； then he lost sight of it； and then he saw it again standing on another mound two hundred yards away。 Beside him stood a singular erection made apparently of two rods。 He bent over it and there was the flare of a light； all March's schoolboy memories woke in him； and he knew what it was。 It was the stand of a rocket。 The confused； incongruous memories still possessed him up to the very moment of a fierce but familiar sound； and an instant after the rocket left its perch and went up into endless space like a starry arrow aimed at the stars。March thought suddenly of the signs of the last days and knew he was looking at the apocalyptic meteor of something like a Day of judgment。
Far up in the infinite heavens the rocket drooped and sprang into scarlet stars。 For a moment the whole landscape out to the sea and back to the crescent of the wooded hills was like a lake of ruby light； of a red strangely rich and glorious； as if the world were steeped in wine rather than blood； or the earth were an earthly paradise； over which paused forever the sanguine moment of morning。
〃God save England！〃 cried Fisher； with a tongue like the peal of a trumpet。 〃And now it is for God to save。〃
As darkness sank again over land and sea； there came another sound； far away in the passes of the hills behind them the guns spoke like the baying of great hounds。 Something that was not a rocket； that came not hissing but screaming； went over Harold March's head and expanded beyond the mound into light and deafening din； staggering the brain with unbearable brutalities of noise。 Another came； and then another； and the world was full of uproar and volcanic vapor and chaotic light。 The artillery of the West country and the Irish had located the great enemy battery； and were pounding it to pieces。
In the mad excitement of that moment March peered through the storm； looking again for the long lean figure that stood beside the stand of the rocket。 Then another flash lit up the whole ridge。 The figure was not there。
Before the fires of the rocket had faded from the sky； long before the first gun had sounded from the distant hills； a splutter of rifle fire had flashed and flickered all around from the hidden trenches of the enemy。 Something lay in the shadow at the foot of the ridge； as stiff as the stick of the fallen rocket； and the man who knew too much knew what is worth knowing。
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