Within the space of three minutes similar signals boomed in the east and west.
"I thought we were dead at the first explosion," observed Shirley, drawing a long breath. "I felt myself hit in the temples, and I concluded your heart was pierced; but the reiterated voice was an explanation. Those are signals--it is their way--the attack must be near. We should have had wings. Our feet have not borne us swiftly enough."

Within three minutes, similar signals boomed in the east and west.
"Those are signals," observed Shirley. "The attack must be near. We should have had wings. Our feet have not been swift enough."
