"Dear God in Heaven, Joanne--can you not hear them?
It's Blackton--Blackton and his men! Hear--hear the rock-hammers smashing! Joanne--Joanne--we are saved!" She did not sense him.

She swayed, half on her feet, half in his arms, as consciousness and reason returned to her.

Dazedly her hands went to his face in their old, sweet way.

Aldous saw her struggling to understand--to comprehend; and he kissed her soft upturned lips, fighting back the excitement that made him want to raise his voice again in wild and joyous shouting.
"It is Blackton!" he said over and over again.

"It is Blackton and his men! Listen!--you can hear their picks and the pounding of their rock-hammers!".