CHAPTERXXII
THE：STRUGGLEINTHECOUNCILHOUSE
AsAsanoandGrahamhurriedalongtotheruinsabouttheCouncilHouse，theysaweverywheretheexcitementofthepeoplerising。\"ToyourWardsToyourWards！\"Everywheremenandwomeninbluewerehurryingfromunknownsubterraneanemployments，upthestaircasesofthemiddlepath—atoneplaceGrahamsawanarsenaloftherevolutionarycommitteebesiegedbyacrowdofshoutingmen，atanotheracoupleofmeninthehatedyellowuniformoftheLabourPolice，pursuedbyagatheringcrowd，fledprecipitatelyalongtheswiftwaythatwentintheoppositedirection。
Thecriesof\"ToyourWards！\"becameatlastacontinuousshoutingastheydrewneartheGovernmentquarter。Manyoftheshoutswereunintelligible。\"Ostroghasbetrayedus，\"onemanbawledinahoarsevoice，againandagain，dinningthatrefrainintoGraham’searuntilithauntedhim。ThispersonstayedclosebesideGrahamandAsanoontheswiftway，shoutingtothepeoplewhoswarmedonthelowerplatformsasherushedpastthem。HiscryaboutOstrogalternatedwithsomeincomprehensibleordersPresentlyhewentleapingdownanddisappeared。
Graham’smindwasfilledwiththedin。Hisplanswerevagueandunformed。Hehadonepictureofsomecommandingpositionfromwhichhecouldaddressthemultitudes，anotherofmeetingOstrogfacetoface。Hewasfullofrage，oftensemuscularexcitement，hishandsgripped，hislipswerepressedtogether。