And as the day advanced and the engine drivers and stokers refused to return to London ...
I shouted above the sudden noise. She looked away from me downhill. The people were coming out of their houses, astonished. ...
We can't possibly stay here, I said; and as I spoke the firing reopened for a moment upon the common. ...
The nearer moon, hurtling suddenly above the horizon and lighting up the Barsoomian scene, showed me that my preserver was Woola. ...