I began walking, therefore, in a big curve, seeking some point of vantage and continually looking at the sand.
A moderate incline runs towards the foot of Maybury Hill, and down this we clattered. Once the lightning had begun, it went on in as rapid a succession of flashes as I have ever seen.
Through two long weeks I wandered, stumbling through the nights guided only by the stars and hiding during the days behind some protruding rock or among the occasional hills I traversed.
I shouted above the sudden noise. She looked away from me downhill. The people were coming out of their houses, astonished.
When the amphitheater had cleared I crept stealthily to the top and as the great excavation lay far from the plaza.
Far from the plaza and in an untenanted portion of the great dead city I had little trouble in reaching the hills beyond.
I can compare it to nothing but a large door mat, ornamented at the edges with little tinkling tags.
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.
By the light of the now brilliant moons I saw that he was but a shadow of his former self, and as he turned from my caress and commenced greedily.
At first I regarded little but the road before me, and then abruptly my attention was arrested by something that was moving rapidly.