"Rule, Britannia! Britannia rules the waves!Britons never shall be slaves."
"Rule, Britannia! Britannia rules the waves!Britons never shall be slaves."
The crowds cheered. There came an acrid rush of smoke, which swallowed up the moving train with its cargo of khaki-clad boys. Above the cheering the hunchback, still dodging under the elbows of the crowd, was calling loudly,
"I came that they might have Life—Life—Life!"
The people stared down at the little sardonic face.
"Crazy?" they muttered.
The cripple shouted with laughter.
"Life—Life—Life!" he said.
When the smoke had cleared again, the tracks were empty, stretching away into blackness.