they saw him.  He looked for Lincoln and his guards.  He saw Lincoln near the stage of the theatre surrounded in a crowd of black-badged revolutionaries, lifted up and staring to and fro as if seeking him.  Graham perceived that he himself was near the opposite edge of the crowd, that behind him, separated by a barrier, sloped the now vacant seats of the theatre.  A sudden idea came to him, and he began fighting his way towards the barrier.  As he reached it the glare came to an end.

In a moment he had thrown off the great cloak that not only impeded his movements but made him conspicuous, and had slipped it from his shoulders.  He heard someone trip in its folds.  In another he was scaling the barrier and had dropped into the blackness on the further side.  Then feeling his way he came to the lower end of an ascending gangway.  In the darkness the sound of firing ceased and the roar of feet and voices lulled.  Then suddenly he came to an unexpected step and tripped and fell.  As he did so pools and islands amidst the darkness about him leapt to vivid light again, the uproar surged louder and the glare of the fifth white star shone through the vast fenestrations of the theatre walls.

He rolled over among some seats, heard a shouting and the whirring rattle of weapons, struggled up and was knocked back again, perceived that a number of black-badged men were all about him firing at the reds below, leaping from seat to seat, crouching among the seats to reload.  Instinctively he crouched amidst the seats, as stray shots ripped the pneumatic cushions and cut bright slashes on their soft metal frames.  Instinctively he marked the direction of the gangways, the most plausible way of escape for him so soon as the veil of darkness fell again.

A young man in faded blue garments came vaulting over the seats.  “Hullo!” he said, with his flying feet within six inches of the crouching Sleeper’s face.

He stared without any sign of recognition, turned to fire, fired, and shouting, “To hell with the Council!” was about to fire again.  Then it seemed to Graham that the half of this man’s neck had vanished.  A drop of moisture fell on Graham’s cheek.  The green weapon stopped half raised.  For a moment the man stood still with his face suddenly expressionless, then he began to slant forward.  His knees bent.  Man and darkness fell together.  At the sound of his fall Graham rose up and ran for his life until a step down to the gangway tripped him.  He scrambled to his feet, turned up the gangway and ran on.

When the sixth star glared he was already close to the yawning throat of a passage.  He ran on the swifter for the light, entered the passage and turned a corner into absolute night again.  He was knocked sideways, rolled over, and recovered his feet.  He found himself one of a crowd of invisible fugitives pressing in one direction.  His one thought now was their thought also; to escape out of this fighting.  He thrust and struck, staggered, ran, was wedged tightly, lost ground and then was clear again.