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"
I
must
have
a
pound
,
"
said
the
landlord
,
"
and
I
've
no
one
to
drive
it
.
"
"
I
'll
give
you
two
,
"
said
I
,
over
the
stranger
's
shoulder
.
"
What
for
?
"
"
And
I
'll
bring
it
back
by
midnight
,
"
I
said
.
"
Lord
!
"
said
the
landlord
;
"
what
's
the
hurry
?
I
'm
selling
my
bit
of
a
pig
.
Two
pounds
,
and
you
bring
it
back
?
What
's
going
on
now
?
"
I
explained
hastily
that
I
had
to
leave
my
home
,
and
so
secured
the
dog
cart
.
At
the
time
it
did
not
seem
to
me
nearly
so
urgent
that
the
landlord
should
leave
his
.
I
took
care
to
have
the
cart
there
and
then
,
drove
it
off
down
the
road
,
and
,
leaving
it
in
charge
of
my
wife
and
servant
,
rushed
into
my
house
and
packed
a
few
valuables
,
such
plate
as
we
had
,
and
so
forth
.
The
beech
trees
below
the
house
were
burning
while
I
did
this
,
and
the
palings
up
the
road
glowed
red
.
While
I
was
occupied
in
this
way
,
one
of
the
dismounted
hussars
came
running
up
.
He
was
going
from
house
to
house
,
warning
people
to
leave
.
He
was
going
on
as
I
came
out
of
my
front
door
,
lugging
my
treasures
,
done
up
in
a
tablecloth
.
I
shouted
after
him
:
"
What
news
?
"
He
turned
,
stared
,
bawled
something
about
"
crawling
out
in
a
thing
like
a
dish
cover
,
"
and
ran
on
to
the
gate
of
the
house
at
the
crest
.
A
sudden
whirl
of
black
smoke
driving
across
the
road
hid
him
for
a
moment
.
I
ran
to
my
neighbour
's
door
and
rapped
to
satisfy
myself
of
what
I
already
knew
,
that
his
wife
had
gone
to
London
with
him
and
had
locked
up
their
house
.
I
went
in
again
,
according
to
my
promise
,
to
get
my
servant
's
box
,
lugged
it
out
,
clapped
it
beside
her
on
the
tail
of
the
dog
cart
,
and
then
caught
the
reins
and
jumped
up
into
the
driver
's
seat
beside
my
wife
.
In
another
moment
we
were
clear
of
the
smoke
and
noise
,
and
spanking
down
the
opposite
slope
of
Maybury
Hill
towards
Old
Woking
.
In
front
was
a
quiet
sunny
landscape
,
a
wheat
field
ahead
on
either
side
of
the
road
,
and
the
Maybury
Inn
with
its
swinging
sign
.
I
saw
the
doctor
's
cart
ahead
of
me
.
At
the
bottom
of
the
hill
I
turned
my
head
to
look
at
the
hillside
I
was
leaving
.
Thick
streamers
of
black
smoke
shot
with
threads
of
red
fire
were
driving
up
into
the
still
air
,
and
throwing
dark
shadows
upon
the
green
treetops
eastward
.
The
smoke
already
extended
far
away
to
the
east
and
west
--
to
the
Byfleet
pine
woods
eastward
,
and
to
Woking
on
the
west
.
The
road
was
dotted
with
people
running
towards
us
.
And
very
faint
now
,
but
very
distinct
through
the
hot
,
quiet
air
,
one
heard
the
whirr
of
a
machine-gun
that
was
presently
stilled
,
and
an
intermittent
cracking
of
rifles
.
Apparently
the
Martians
were
setting
fire
to
everything
within
range
of
their
Heat-Ray
.
I
am
not
an
expert
driver
,
and
I
had
immediately
to
turn
my
attention
to
the
horse
.
When
I
looked
back
again
the
second
hill
had
hidden
the
black
smoke
.
