"We only use one eagle," I said, somewhat feebly.
To which he answered, "The soul of one eagle is the same as the soul
of two."
Now, I had felt quite certain that Carpenter would not get along
very well with the Brigade, and I was more than ever decided that he
must be got out of the way somehow or other. But meantime, the first
task was to get him away from this crowd which was rapidly
collecting. Already he was in the full tide of a speech. "Those
sharp spears! Can you not see them thrust into the bowels of human
beings? Can you not see them dripping with the blood of your
brothers?"
I whispered to Everett, thinking him one among this company of
enthusiasts who might have a little common sense left. "We had
better get him away from here!" And Everett put his hand gently on
the prophet's shoulder, and said, "The prisoners in the jail are
hoping for us." I took him by the other arm, and we began to lead
him down the street. When we had once got him going, we walked him
faster and faster, until presently the crowd was trailing out into a
string of idlers and curiosity seekers, as before.
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