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'
What
ugly
brutes
!
'
he
said
.
'
Good
God
!
What
ugly
brutes
!
'
He
repeated
this
over
and
over
again
.
'
Did
you
see
a
man
in
the
pit
?
'
I
said
;
but
he
made
no
answer
to
that
.
We
became
silent
,
and
stood
watching
for
a
time
side
by
side
,
deriving
,
I
fancy
,
a
certain
comfort
in
one
another
's
company
.
Then
I
shifted
my
position
to
a
little
knoll
that
gave
me
the
advantage
of
a
yard
or
more
of
elevation
and
when
I
looked
for
him
presently
he
was
walking
towards
Woking
.
The
sunset
faded
to
twilight
before
anything
further
happened
.
The
crowd
far
away
on
the
left
,
towards
Woking
,
seemed
to
grow
,
and
I
heard
now
a
faint
murmur
from
it
.
The
little
knot
of
people
towards
Chobham
dispersed
.
There
was
scarcely
an
intimation
of
movement
from
the
pit
.
It
was
this
,
as
much
as
anything
,
that
gave
people
courage
,
and
I
suppose
the
new
arrivals
from
Woking
also
helped
to
restore
confidence
.
At
any
rate
,
as
the
dusk
came
on
a
slow
,
intermittent
movement
upon
the
sand
pits
began
,
a
movement
that
seemed
to
gather
force
as
the
stillness
of
the
evening
about
the
cylinder
remained
unbroken
.
Vertical
black
figures
in
twos
and
threes
would
advance
,
stop
,
watch
,
and
advance
again
,
spreading
out
as
they
did
so
in
a
thin
irregular
crescent
that
promised
to
enclose
the
pit
in
its
attenuated
horns
.
I
,
too
,
on
my
side
began
to
move
towards
the
pit
.
Then
I
saw
some
cabmen
and
others
had
walked
boldly
into
the
sand
pits
,
and
heard
the
clatter
of
hoofs
and
the
gride
of
wheels
.
I
saw
a
lad
trundling
off
the
barrow
of
apples
.
And
then
,
within
thirty
yards
of
the
pit
,
advancing
from
the
direction
of
Horsell
,
I
noted
a
little
black
knot
of
men
,
the
foremost
of
whom
was
waving
a
white
flag
.
This
was
the
Deputation
.
There
had
been
a
hasty
consultation
,
and
since
the
Martians
were
evidently
,
in
spite
of
their
repulsive
forms
,
intelligent
creatures
,
it
had
been
resolved
to
show
them
,
by
approaching
them
with
signals
,
that
we
too
were
intelligent
.
Flutter
,
flutter
,
went
the
flag
,
first
to
the
right
,
then
to
the
left
.
It
was
too
far
for
me
to
recognise
anyone
there
,
but
afterwards
I
learned
that
Ogilvy
,
Stent
,
and
Henderson
were
with
others
in
this
attempt
at
communication
.
This
little
group
had
in
its
advance
dragged
inward
,
so
to
speak
,
the
circumference
of
the
now
almost
complete
circle
of
people
,
and
a
number
of
dim
black
figures
followed
it
at
discreet
distances
.
Suddenly
there
was
a
flash
of
light
,
and
a
quantity
of
luminous
greenish
smoke
came
out
of
the
pit
in
three
distinct
puffs
,
which
drove
up
,
one
after
the
other
,
straight
into
the
still
air
.
This
smoke
(
or
flame
,
perhaps
,
would
be
the
better
word
for
it
)
was
so
bright
that
the
deep
blue
sky
overhead
and
the
hazy
stretches
of
brown
common
towards
Chertsey
,
set
with
black
pine
trees
,
seemed
to
darken
abruptly
as
these
puffs
arose
,
and
to
remain
the
darker
after
their
dispersal
.
At
the
same
time
a
faint
hissing
sound
became
audible
.
