But in every child born of man, Father Redwood, lurks some seed of greatness--waiting for the Food." "Then I am to go to Caterham again and tell him--" "You will stay with us, Father Redwood.

Our answer goes to Caterham at dawn." "He says that he will fight...." "So be it," said young Redwood, and his brethren murmured assent.
"_The iron waits_," cried a voice, and the two giants who were working in the corner began a rhythmic hammering that made a mighty music to the scene.

The metal glowed out far more brightly than it had done before, and gave Redwood a clearer view of the encampment than had yet come to him.

He saw the oblong space to its full extent, with the great engines of warfare ranged ready to hand.

Beyond, and at a higher level, the house of the Cossars stood.