It was just as if fumes had gone out of his head.

His body grew warmer almost in a moment, and I felt him break out into a sweat.

Then he groaned, and asked me where we were; and a moment later he seemed to understand what was happening, for he struggled to free himself.
"All right," he whispered.

"Let me walk." So I let him slip down to his feet in front of me, and holding him beneath the armpits repeated our lock-step trick with positions reversed; and when we reached the outer door that gave on to the narrow main passage he was going fairly strong.

The Mahatma opened the door and stepped out into the light; but it was the strange peculiarity of that light that it did not flow beyond its appointed boundaries, and we continued to be in darkness as long as we did not follow him through the door.
So when King stepped out ahead of me, the Mahatma had no means of knowing what a mistake he had been making all along.