I shouted above the sudden noise. She looked away from me downhill. The people were coming out of their houses, astonished.
And as the day advanced and the engine drivers and stokers refused to return to London
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.