The voice came, it had seemed, from heaven.

Craven's eyes were alive now with certainty.
Then there was another cry from somewhere of "The police!" and the crowd had melted.

In the little street now there were only the body of the policeman and a handful of undergraduates.
They raised the man, poured water over him, found some of his clothes, and two men led him, his head lolling, down the street.
There was a noisy world somewhere in the distance, but here there was silence.

Olva crept slowly out of his exultation and found himself in the cold windy street with Bunning for his only companion.
Bunning--now a torn, dirty, bleeding Bunning--gripped his arm.
"Did you hear ?" "Hear what ?" "Craven--when you were fighting there--Craven was watching.

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