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"
They
must
be
.
"
"
They
'll
not
think
of
the
cleft
.
They
'll
go
past
.
"
I
listened
again
for
a
space
.
"
This
time
,
"
I
whispered
,
"
they
're
likely
to
have
some
sort
of
weapon
.
"
Then
suddenly
I
sprang
to
my
feet
.
"
Good
heavens
,
Cavor
!
"
I
cried
.
"
But
they
will
!
They
'll
see
the
fungi
I
have
been
pitching
down
.
They
'll
--
"
I
did
n't
finish
my
sentence
.
I
turned
about
and
made
a
leap
over
the
fungus
tops
towards
the
upper
end
of
the
cavity
I
saw
that
the
space
turned
upward
and
became
a
draughty
cleft
again
,
ascending
to
impenetrable
darkness
.
I
was
about
to
clamber
up
into
this
,
and
then
with
a
happy
inspiration
turned
back
.
"
What
are
you
doing
?
"
asked
Cavor
.
"
Go
on
!
"
said
I
,
and
went
back
and
got
two
of
the
shining
fungi
,
and
putting
one
into
the
breast
pocket
of
my
flannel
jacket
,
so
that
it
stuck
out
to
light
our
climbing
,
went
back
with
the
other
for
Cavor
.
The
noise
of
the
Selenites
was
now
so
loud
that
it
seemed
they
must
be
already
beneath
the
cleft
.
But
it
might
be
they
would
have
difficulty
in
clambering
in
to
it
,
or
might
hesitate
to
ascend
it
against
our
possible
resistance
.
At
any
rate
,
we
had
now
the
comforting
knowledge
of
the
enormous
muscular
superiority
our
birth
in
another
planet
gave
us
.
In
other
minute
I
was
clambering
with
gigantic
vigour
after
Cavor
's
blue-lit
heels
.
I
do
not
know
how
far
we
clambered
before
we
came
to
the
grating
.
It
may
be
we
ascended
only
a
few
hundred
feet
,
but
at
the
time
it
seemed
to
me
we
might
have
hauled
and
jammed
and
hopped
and
wedged
ourselves
through
a
mile
or
more
of
vertical
ascent
.
Whenever
I
recall
that
time
,
there
comes
into
my
head
the
heavy
clank
of
our
golden
chains
that
followed
every
movement
.
Very
soon
my
knuckles
and
knees
were
raw
,
and
I
had
a
bruise
on
one
cheek
.
After
a
time
the
first
violence
of
our
efforts
diminished
,
and
our
movements
became
more
deliberate
and
less
painful
.
The
noise
of
the
pursuing
Selenites
had
died
away
altogether
.
It
seemed
almost
as
though
they
had
not
traced
us
up
the
crack
after
all
,
in
spite
of
the
tell-tale
heap
of
broken
fungi
that
must
have
lain
beneath
it
.
At
times
the
cleft
narrowed
so
much
that
we
could
scarce
squeeze
up
it
;
at
others
it
expanded
into
great
drusy
cavities
,
studded
with
prickly
crystals
or
thickly
beset
with
dull
,
shining
fungoid
pimples
.
Sometimes
it
twisted
spirally
,
and
at
other
times
slanted
down
nearly
to
the
horizontal
direction
.
Ever
and
again
there
was
the
intermittent
drip
and
trickle
of
water
by
us
.
Once
or
twice
it
seemed
to
us
that
small
living
things
had
rustled
out
of
our
reach
,
but
what
they
were
we
never
saw
.
They
may
have
been
venomous
beasts
for
all
I
know
,
but
they
did
us
no
harm
,
and
we
were
now
tuned
to
a
pitch
when
a
weird
creeping
thing
more
or
less
mattered
little
.
And
at
last
,
far
above
,
came
the
familiar
bluish
light
again
,
and
then
we
saw
that
it
filtered
through
a
grating
that
barred
our
way
.
We
whispered
as
we
pointed
this
out
to
one
another
,
and
became
more
and
more
cautious
in
our
ascent
.
Presently
we
were
close
under
the
grating
,
and
by
pressing
my
face
against
its
bars
I
could
see
a
limited
portion
of
the
cavern
beyond
.
It
was
clearly
a
large
space
,
and
lit
no
doubt
by
some
rivulet
of
the
same
blue
light
that
we
had
seen
flow
from
the
beating
machinery
.
An
intermittent
trickle
of
water
dropped
ever
and
again
between
the
bars
near
my
face
.
