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For
a
moment
the
khaki
mob
was
silent
,
petrified
,
at
the
spectacle
of
this
wanton
sacrilege
,
with
amazement
and
horror
.
"
He
’
s
mad
,
"
whispered
Bernard
,
staring
with
wide
open
eyes
.
"
They
’
ll
kill
him
.
They
’
ll
.
.
.
"
A
great
shout
suddenly
went
up
from
the
mob
;
a
wave
of
movement
drove
it
menacingly
towards
the
Savage
.
"
Ford
help
him
!
"
said
Bernard
,
and
averted
his
eyes
.
"
Ford
helps
those
who
help
themselves
.
"
And
with
a
laugh
,
actually
a
laugh
of
exultation
,
Helmholtz
Watson
pushed
his
way
through
the
crowd
.
"
Free
,
free
!
"
the
Savage
shouted
,
and
with
one
hand
continued
to
throw
the
soma
into
the
area
while
,
with
the
other
,
he
punched
the
indistinguishable
faces
of
his
assailants
.
"
Free
!
"
And
suddenly
there
was
Helmholtz
at
his
side
–
"
Good
old
Helmholtz
!
"
–
also
punching
–
"
Men
at
last
!
"
–
and
in
the
interval
also
throwing
the
poison
out
by
handfuls
through
the
open
window
.
"
Yes
,
men
!
men
!
"
and
there
was
no
more
poison
left
.
He
picked
up
the
cash
-
box
and
showed
them
its
black
emptiness
.
"
You
’
re
free
!
"
Howling
,
the
Deltas
charged
with
a
redoubled
fury
.
Hesitant
on
the
fringes
of
the
battle
.
"
They
’
re
done
for
,
"
said
Bernard
and
,
urged
by
a
sudden
impulse
,
ran
forward
to
help
them
;
then
thought
better
of
it
and
halted
;
then
,
ashamed
,
stepped
forward
again
;
then
again
thought
better
of
it
,
and
was
standing
in
an
agony
of
humiliated
indecision
–
thinking
that
they
might
be
killed
if
he
didn
’
t
help
them
,
and
that
he
might
be
killed
if
he
did
–
when
(
Ford
be
praised
!
)
,
goggle
-
eyed
and
swine
-
snouted
in
their
gas
-
masks
,
in
ran
the
police
.
Bernard
dashed
to
meet
them
.
He
waved
his
arms
;
and
it
was
action
,
he
was
doing
something
.
He
shouted
"
Help
!
"
several
times
,
more
and
more
loudly
so
as
to
give
himself
the
illusion
of
helping
.
"
Help
!
Help
!
HELP
!
"
The
policemen
pushed
him
out
of
the
way
and
got
on
with
their
work
.
Three
men
with
spraying
machines
buckled
to
their
shoulders
pumped
thick
clouds
of
soma
vapour
into
the
air
.
Two
more
were
busy
round
the
portable
Synthetic
Music
Box
.
Carrying
water
pistols
charged
with
a
powerful
anæsthetic
,
four
others
had
pushed
their
way
into
the
crowd
and
were
methodically
laying
out
,
squirt
by
squirt
,
the
more
ferocious
of
the
fighters
.
