"Massacre!" There was the word in its full brutality.
No! No! No! It was impossible! Caterham was a religious man, a civilised man.

And besides after all these years, after all these hopes! Redwood sprang up; he paced the room.

He spoke to himself; he shouted.
"_No!_" Mankind was surely not so mad as that--surely not! It was impossible, it was incredible, it could not be.

What good would it do to kill the giant human when the gigantic in all the lower things had now inevitably come?
They could not be so mad as that! "I must dismiss such an idea," he said aloud; "dismiss such an idea! Absolutely!" He pulled up short.

What was that?
Certainly the windows had rattled.