And in a more deliberate and even graver manner the speaker continued:
“Late last evening our navigators observed that the Salty River was
higher than usual; and an investigating party sent out today by the
High Chief Adviser has discovered that the wall has actually given
way at one point, and that the water is pouring in through a fissure
several feet across. There is as yet no cause for despair, for the
surplus water, while highly inconvenient, can be disposed of by the
reserve capacity of our intra-atomic pumps, which are equipped for
all ordinary emergencies and can discharge fifty per cent more than
their usual delivery. But there is danger that the break will expand
before repairs can be made; and for this reason the High Chief Adviser
requests that you try to meet the situation courageously, and freely
enlist your brains and your services till the peril is overcome.”
* * * * *
It would be impossible to convey any idea of the commotion which these
words created. The people did indeed follow the High Chief Adviser’s
advice to be courageous, for there was no more than a hint of that
panic which one might have expected. But there could be no further
thought of the performance in the theatre. After an instant’s chill
silence, the audience arose with one accord; and men’s faces were
blanched and women could be heard muttering in fear as the crowd began
pushing toward the exits. In their excitement, the people had forgotten
their usual courtesy; and Aelios and I were shoved and jostled in a way
that reminded me of the New York subways. It was all I could do not to
lose track of her amid the mob; yet both of us were anxious not to be
separated, particularly since the speechless eagerness of the throng,
the sighs of women, the rapid breathing of men and our own fast-beating
hearts, all served to fill us with grim forebodings.
Once out of the great theatre, the people were driven as by a common
instinct toward the river. All seemed fearful of even a second’s delay,
as though our haste might repair the fractured wall!--and in a long,
swiftly moving column, constantly augmented as we advanced, we followed
the winding avenue that curved toward the waterfront. None of us spoke
more than an occasional word; even Aelios was silent, but she clutched
my arm with unwonted firmness, and looked up at me with eyes wherein
apprehension alternated with a reassuring courage.
But there was no prop for courage in the sight that greeted us at the
river bank. The stream, which previously had flowed five or six feet
beneath the docks, was now not more than eight or ten inches below the
level.
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