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"
Here
they
are
!
"
shouted
a
man
in
a
blue
jersey
.
"
Yonder
!
D'yer
see
them
?
Yonder
!
"
Quickly
,
one
after
the
other
,
one
,
two
,
three
,
four
of
the
armoured
Martians
appeared
,
far
away
over
the
little
trees
,
across
the
flat
meadows
that
stretched
towards
Chertsey
,
and
striding
hurriedly
towards
the
river
.
Little
cowled
figures
they
seemed
at
first
,
going
with
a
rolling
motion
and
as
fast
as
flying
birds
.
Then
,
advancing
obliquely
towards
us
,
came
a
fifth
.
Their
armoured
bodies
glittered
in
the
sun
as
they
swept
swiftly
forward
upon
the
guns
,
growing
rapidly
larger
as
they
drew
nearer
.
One
on
the
extreme
left
,
the
remotest
that
is
,
flourished
a
huge
case
high
in
the
air
,
and
the
ghostly
,
terrible
Heat-Ray
I
had
already
seen
on
Friday
night
smote
towards
Chertsey
,
and
struck
the
town
.
At
sight
of
these
strange
,
swift
,
and
terrible
creatures
the
crowd
near
the
water
's
edge
seemed
to
me
to
be
for
a
moment
horror-struck
.
There
was
no
screaming
or
shouting
,
but
a
silence
.
Then
a
hoarse
murmur
and
a
movement
of
feet
--
a
splashing
from
the
water
.
A
man
,
too
frightened
to
drop
the
portmanteau
he
carried
on
his
shoulder
,
swung
round
and
sent
me
staggering
with
a
blow
from
the
corner
of
his
burden
.
A
woman
thrust
at
me
with
her
hand
and
rushed
past
me
.
I
turned
with
the
rush
of
the
people
,
but
I
was
not
too
terrified
for
thought
.
The
terrible
Heat-Ray
was
in
my
mind
.
To
get
under
water
!
That
was
it
!
"
Get
under
water
!
"
I
shouted
,
unheeded
.
I
faced
about
again
,
and
rushed
towards
the
approaching
Martian
,
rushed
right
down
the
gravelly
beach
and
headlong
into
the
water
.
Others
did
the
same
.
A
boatload
of
people
putting
back
came
leaping
out
as
I
rushed
past
.
The
stones
under
my
feet
were
muddy
and
slippery
,
and
the
river
was
so
low
that
I
ran
perhaps
twenty
feet
scarcely
waist-deep
.
Then
,
as
the
Martian
towered
overhead
scarcely
a
couple
of
hundred
yards
away
,
I
flung
myself
forward
under
the
surface
.
The
splashes
of
the
people
in
the
boats
leaping
into
the
river
sounded
like
thunderclaps
in
my
ears
.
People
were
landing
hastily
on
both
sides
of
the
river
.
But
the
Martian
machine
took
no
more
notice
for
the
moment
of
the
people
running
this
way
and
that
than
a
man
would
of
the
confusion
of
ants
in
a
nest
against
which
his
foot
has
kicked
.
When
,
half
suffocated
,
I
raised
my
head
above
water
,
the
Martian
's
hood
pointed
at
the
batteries
that
were
still
firing
across
the
river
,
and
as
it
advanced
it
swung
loose
what
must
have
been
the
generator
of
the
Heat-Ray
.
In
another
moment
it
was
on
the
bank
,
and
in
a
stride
wading
halfway
across
.
The
knees
of
its
foremost
legs
bent
at
the
farther
bank
,
and
in
another
moment
it
had
raised
itself
to
its
full
height
again
,
close
to
the
village
of
Shepperton
.
Forthwith
the
six
guns
which
,
unknown
to
anyone
on
the
right
bank
,
had
been
hidden
behind
the
outskirts
of
that
village
,
fired
simultaneously
.
The
sudden
near
concussion
,
the
last
close
upon
the
first
,
made
my
heart
jump
.
The
monster
was
already
raising
the
case
generating
the
Heat-Ray
as
the
first
shell
burst
six
yards
above
the
hood
.
I
gave
a
cry
of
astonishment
.
I
saw
and
thought
nothing
of
the
other
four
Martian
monsters
;
my
attention
was
riveted
upon
the
nearer
incident
.
Simultaneously
two
other
shells
burst
in
the
air
near
the
body
as
the
hood
twisted
round
in
time
to
receive
,
but
not
in
time
to
dodge
,
the
fourth
shell
.
