I and my wife stood amazed. Then I realised that the crest of Maybury Hill must be within range of the Martians’ Heat-Ray now that the college was cleared out of the way. At that I gripped my wife’s arm, and without ceremony ran her out into the road. Then I fetched out the servant, […]
We can’t possibly stay here, I said; and as I spoke the firing reopened for a moment upon the common.
When the amphitheater had cleared I crept stealthily to the top and as the great excavation lay far from the plaza.
The nearer moon, hurtling suddenly above the horizon and lighting up the Barsoomian scene, showed me that my preserver was Woola.