To and fro the Master swept his glasses, and nodded with satisfaction.
"You have now fifteen minutes, men," said he, "before the paralyzing shock of that silent detonation--that noiseless release of molecular energies which does not kill nor yet destroy consciousness in the least--will pass away.

So--" "You mean to tell me, my Captain, _those pilgrims are still conscious ?_" demanded Leclair, amazed.
"Perfectly.

They will see, hear, and know all you do.

I wish them to.
The effect will be salutary, later.

But they cannot move or interfere.
All you have to look out for is the incoming swarm of fanatics already on the move.