"A way will be found...." But his fingers twitched convulsively with the pen, and the sentence trailed into a senseless scrawl.

The truck swung round and lurched to a halt not far from the road, and they saw that there would be no grave—only a stretch of wild, rank weeds in a wet meadow.

"So," said Joseph Euge in the same weary monotone, "there will be an end of man—unless somewhere on Earth are found men without fear."

He flinched from the prodding bayonet of a frightened man in a terrible mask, and stumbled stiffly to his feet.

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