"I can't see him now," said the second man in a ton of provocation.
The marksman became foul-mouthed and high- voiced in his earnest endeavour to make things plain And suddenly, interrupting him, came a noisy shouting from the substage.
"What's going on now," he said, and raised himself on one arm to stare at the stairheads in the central groove of the stage. A number of blue figures were coming up these, and swarming across the stage to the aeropile.
"We don't want all these fools," said his friend. "They only crowd up and spoil shots. What are they after? "
"Ssh!--they're shouting something."
The two men listened. The swarming new-comers had crowded densely about the aeropile. Three Ward Leaders, conspicuous by their black mantles and badges, clambered into the body and appeare
