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"
We
'll
come
back
,
"
I
said
,
for
now
we
had
escaped
so
much
I
was
rashly
sanguine
that
we
should
recover
the
sphere
.
His
answer
I
did
not
catch
.
"
Eh
?
"
I
asked
.
"
It
does
n't
matter
,
"
he
answered
,
and
we
hurried
on
in
silence
.
I
suppose
that
slanting
lateral
way
was
four
or
five
miles
long
,
allowing
for
its
curvature
,
and
it
ascended
at
a
slope
that
would
have
made
it
almost
impossibly
steep
on
earth
,
but
which
one
strode
up
easily
under
lunar
conditions
.
We
saw
only
two
Selenites
during
all
that
portion
of
our
flight
,
and
directly
they
became
aware
of
us
they
ran
headlong
.
It
was
clear
that
the
knowledge
of
our
strength
and
violence
had
reached
them
.
Our
way
to
the
exterior
was
unexpectedly
plain
.
The
spiral
gallery
straightened
into
a
steeply
ascendent
tunnel
,
its
floor
bearing
abundant
traces
of
the
mooncalves
,
and
so
straight
and
short
in
proportion
to
its
vast
arch
,
that
no
part
of
it
was
absolutely
dark
.
Almost
immediately
it
began
to
lighten
,
and
then
far
off
and
high
up
,
and
quite
blindingly
brilliant
,
appeared
its
opening
on
the
exterior
,
a
slope
of
Alpine
steepness
surmounted
by
a
crest
of
bayonet
shrub
,
tall
and
broken
down
now
,
and
dry
and
dead
,
in
spiky
silhouette
against
the
sun
.
And
it
is
strange
that
we
men
,
to
whom
this
very
vegetation
had
seemed
so
weird
and
horrible
a
little
time
ago
,
should
now
behold
it
with
the
emotion
a
home-coming
exile
might
feel
at
sight
of
his
native
land
.
We
welcomed
even
the
rareness
of
the
air
that
made
us
pant
as
we
ran
,
and
which
rendered
speaking
no
longer
the
easy
thing
that
it
had
been
,
but
an
effort
to
make
oneself
heard
.
Larger
grew
the
sunlit
circle
above
us
,
and
larger
,
and
all
the
nearer
tunnel
sank
into
a
rim
of
indistinguishable
black
.
We
saw
the
dead
bayonet
shrub
no
longer
with
any
touch
of
green
in
it
,
but
brown
and
dry
and
thick
,
and
the
shadow
of
its
upper
branches
high
out
of
sight
made
a
densely
interlaced
pattern
upon
the
tumbled
rocks
.
And
at
the
immediate
mouth
of
the
tunnel
was
a
wide
trampled
space
where
the
mooncalves
had
come
and
gone
.
We
came
out
upon
this
space
at
last
into
a
light
and
heat
that
hit
and
pressed
upon
us
.
We
traversed
the
exposed
area
painfully
,
and
clambered
up
a
slope
among
the
scrub
stems
,
and
sat
down
at
last
panting
in
a
high
place
beneath
the
shadow
of
a
mass
of
twisted
lava
.
Even
in
the
shade
the
rock
felt
hot
.
The
air
was
intensely
hot
,
and
we
were
in
great
physical
discomfort
,
but
for
all
that
we
were
no
longer
in
a
nightmare
.
We
seemed
to
have
come
to
our
own
province
again
,
beneath
the
stars
.
All
the
fear
and
stress
of
our
flight
through
the
dim
passages
and
fissures
below
had
fallen
from
us
.
That
last
fight
had
filled
us
with
an
enormous
confidence
in
ourselves
so
far
as
the
Selenites
were
concerned
.
We
looked
back
almost
incredulously
at
the
black
opening
from
which
we
had
just
emerged
.
Down
there
it
was
,
in
a
blue
glow
that
now
in
our
memories
seemed
the
next
thing
to
absolute
darkness
,
we
had
met
with
things
like
mad
mockeries
of
men
,
helmet-headed
creatures
,
and
had
walked
in
fear
before
them
,
and
had
submitted
to
them
until
we
could
submit
no
longer
.
And
behold
,
they
had
smashed
like
wax
and
scattered
like
chaff
,
and
fled
and
vanished
like
the
creatures
of
a
dream
!
