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"
I
do
not
understand
!
"
he
whispered
close
to
my
face
.
He
waved
his
hand
vaguely
skyward
,
the
vague
suggestion
of
still
vaguer
thoughts
.
"
A
hiding-place
!
If
anything
came
...
"
I
looked
about
us
.
I
nodded
my
head
in
assent
to
him
.
We
started
off
,
moving
stealthily
with
the
most
exaggerated
precautions
against
noise
.
We
went
towards
a
thicket
of
scrub
.
A
clangour
like
hammers
flung
about
a
boiler
hastened
our
steps
.
"
We
must
crawl
,
"
whispered
Cavor
.
The
lower
leaves
of
the
bayonet
plants
,
already
overshadowed
by
the
newer
ones
above
,
were
beginning
to
wilt
and
shrivel
so
that
we
could
thrust
our
way
in
among
the
thickening
stems
without
serious
injury
.
A
stab
in
the
face
or
arm
we
did
not
heed
.
At
the
heart
of
the
thicket
I
stopped
,
and
stared
panting
into
Cavor
's
face
.
"
Subterranean
,
"
he
whispered
.
"
Below
.
"
"
They
may
come
out
.
"
"
We
must
find
the
sphere
!
"
"
Yes
,
"
I
said
;
"
but
how
?
"
"
Crawl
till
we
come
to
it
.
"
