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.
The day advanced and the engine drivers and stokers refused to return to London, the pressure of the flight.
