At first I regarded little but the road before me, and then abruptly my attention was arrested by something that was moving rapidly.
I can compare it to nothing but a large door mat, ornamented at the edges with little tinkling tags.
I shouted above the sudden noise. She looked away from me downhill. The people were coming out of their houses, astonished.
I began walking, therefore, in a big curve, seeking some point of vantage and continually looking at the sand.
Far from the plaza and in an untenanted portion of the great dead city I had little trouble in reaching the hills beyond.
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.
When the amphitheater had cleared I crept stealthily to the top and as the great excavation lay far from the plaza.
And as the day advanced and the engine drivers and stokers refused to return to London
The nearer moon, hurtling suddenly above the horizon and lighting up the Barsoomian scene, showed me that my preserver was Woola.
