'I think perhaps the Psammead is really arranging something for us.

I don't believe it would go away and leave us all alone in the Past.

I'm certain it wouldn't.' Jane succeeded in deciding not to cry--at any rate yet.
'But what can we do ?' Robert asked.
'Nothing,' Cyril answered promptly, 'except keep our eyes and ears open.
Look! That runner chap's getting his wind.

Let's go and hear what he's got to say.' The runner had risen to his knees and was sitting back on his heels.

Now he stood up and spoke.