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"
That
's
good
!
"
said
I.
"
They
will
get
one
fair
shot
,
at
any
rate
.
"
The
artilleryman
hesitated
at
the
gate
.
"
I
shall
go
on
,
"
he
said
.
Farther
on
towards
Weybridge
,
just
over
the
bridge
,
there
were
a
number
of
men
in
white
fatigue
jackets
throwing
up
a
long
rampart
,
and
more
guns
behind
.
"
It
's
bows
and
arrows
against
the
lightning
,
anyhow
,
"
said
the
artilleryman
.
"
They
'
ave
n't
seen
that
fire-beam
yet
.
"
The
officers
who
were
not
actively
engaged
stood
and
stared
over
the
treetops
southwestward
,
and
the
men
digging
would
stop
every
now
and
again
to
stare
in
the
same
direction
.
Byfleet
was
in
a
tumult
;
people
packing
,
and
a
score
of
hussars
,
some
of
them
dismounted
,
some
on
horseback
,
were
hunting
them
about
.
Three
or
four
black
government
waggons
,
with
crosses
in
white
circles
,
and
an
old
omnibus
,
among
other
vehicles
,
were
being
loaded
in
the
village
street
.
There
were
scores
of
people
,
most
of
them
sufficiently
sabbatical
to
have
assumed
their
best
clothes
.
The
soldiers
were
having
the
greatest
difficulty
in
making
them
realise
the
gravity
of
their
position
.
We
saw
one
shrivelled
old
fellow
with
a
huge
box
and
a
score
or
more
of
flower
pots
containing
orchids
,
angrily
expostulating
with
the
corporal
who
would
leave
them
behind
.
I
stopped
and
gripped
his
arm
.
"
Do
you
know
what
's
over
there
?
"
I
said
,
pointing
at
the
pine
tops
that
hid
the
Martians
.
"
Eh
?
"
said
he
,
turning
.
"
I
was
explainin
'
these
is
vallyble
.
"
"
Death
!
"
I
shouted
.
"
Death
is
coming
!
Death
!
"
and
leaving
him
to
digest
that
if
he
could
,
I
hurried
on
after
the
artillery-man
.
At
the
corner
I
looked
back
.
The
soldier
had
left
him
,
and
he
was
still
standing
by
his
box
,
with
the
pots
of
orchids
on
the
lid
of
it
,
and
staring
vaguely
over
the
trees
.
