Tell me what has happened.

Have you succeeded?
Have you killed them all ?" The young man made a pace or so towards the window, and turned.
"No, Sir," he said concisely.
"What have you to tell me ?" "It's our proof, Sir, that this fighting was not planned by us.

They found us ...

totally unprepared." "You mean ?" "I mean, Sir, the Giants have--to a certain extent--held their own." The world changed, for Redwood.

For a moment something like hysteria had the muscles of his face and throat.