I started off at once for the Spotted Dog, for I knew the landlord had a horse and dog cart. I ran, for I perceived that in a moment everyone upon this side of the hill would be moving.
I began walking, therefore, in a big curve, seeking some point of vantage and continually looking at the sand.
Then, with the maul, after repeatedly smiting the upper end of this iron rod, he placed the blunted needle endwise on the top of it.
I and my wife stood amazed. Then I realised that the crest of Maybury Hill must be within range of the Martians. We can’t possibly stay here, I said; and as I spoke the firing reopened for a moment upon the common.
I shouted above the sudden noise. She looked away from me downhill. Then I fetched out the servant.
As he did not come I started off on foot in a northwesterly direction toward a point where he had told me lay the nearest waterway.
I can compare it to nothing but a large door mat, ornamented at the edges with little tinkling tags.
