I began walking, therefore, in a big curve, seeking some point of vantage and continually looking at the sand.
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.
The nearer moon, hurtling suddenly above the horizon and lighting up the Barsoomian scene, showed me that my preserver was Woola.
We can’t possibly stay here, I said; and as I spoke the firing reopened for a moment upon the common.