We've wasted the night, but I propose that the telegrams go out at eight o'clock tomorrow morning.
Hands up for it!" It was a counter-attack which swept everything before it.

Every hand in the room except the Bishop's, Furley's, Cross's and Julian's was raised.
Fenn led the way towards the door.
"We've our work to do, chaps," he said.

"We'll leave the others to talk till daylight, if they want to.".