Maybe some kind of wild-eyed Socialist upheaval, or attack, or what not.

In case it comes, what's our condition?
Tell me, in a few words, and for God's sake keep to the point! The way you wander, and always have, gives me the creeps!" Herzog ventured nothing in reply to this outburst, save a conciliatory leer.

Then, collecting his thoughts, he began: "Well, sir, in a general way, our condition is perfect.

We've got two regiments of rifle and machine gunmen, half of them equipped with the oxygen bullets.

I guarantee that I could have them away from their benches and machines, and on the fortifications, inside of fifteen minutes.