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The
shell
burst
clean
in
the
face
of
the
Thing
.
The
hood
bulged
,
flashed
,
was
whirled
off
in
a
dozen
tattered
fragments
of
red
flesh
and
glittering
metal
.
"
Hit
!
"
shouted
I
,
with
something
between
a
scream
and
a
cheer
.
I
heard
answering
shouts
from
the
people
in
the
water
about
me
.
I
could
have
leaped
out
of
the
water
with
that
momentary
exultation
.
The
decapitated
colossus
reeled
like
a
drunken
giant
;
but
it
did
not
fall
over
.
It
recovered
its
balance
by
a
miracle
,
and
,
no
longer
heeding
its
steps
and
with
the
camera
that
fired
the
Heat-Ray
now
rigidly
upheld
,
it
reeled
swiftly
upon
Shepperton
.
The
living
intelligence
,
the
Martian
within
the
hood
,
was
slain
and
splashed
to
the
four
winds
of
heaven
,
and
the
Thing
was
now
but
a
mere
intricate
device
of
metal
whirling
to
destruction
.
It
drove
along
in
a
straight
line
,
incapable
of
guidance
.
It
struck
the
tower
of
Shepperton
Church
,
smashing
it
down
as
the
impact
of
a
battering
ram
might
have
done
,
swerved
aside
,
blundered
on
and
collapsed
with
tremendous
force
into
the
river
out
of
my
sight
.
A
violent
explosion
shook
the
air
,
and
a
spout
of
water
,
steam
,
mud
,
and
shattered
metal
shot
far
up
into
the
sky
.
As
the
camera
of
the
Heat-Ray
hit
the
water
,
the
latter
had
immediately
flashed
into
steam
.
In
another
moment
a
huge
wave
,
like
a
muddy
tidal
bore
but
almost
scaldingly
hot
,
came
sweeping
round
the
bend
upstream
.
I
saw
people
struggling
shorewards
,
and
heard
their
screaming
and
shouting
faintly
above
the
seething
and
roar
of
the
Martian
's
collapse
.
For
a
moment
I
heeded
nothing
of
the
heat
,
forgot
the
patent
need
of
self-preservation
.
I
splashed
through
the
tumultuous
water
,
pushing
aside
a
man
in
black
to
do
so
,
until
I
could
see
round
the
bend
.
Half
a
dozen
deserted
boats
pitched
aimlessly
upon
the
confusion
of
the
waves
.
The
fallen
Martian
came
into
sight
downstream
,
lying
across
the
river
,
and
for
the
most
part
submerged
.
Thick
clouds
of
steam
were
pouring
off
the
wreckage
,
and
through
the
tumultuously
whirling
wisps
I
could
see
,
intermittently
and
vaguely
,
the
gigantic
limbs
churning
the
water
and
flinging
a
splash
and
spray
of
mud
and
froth
into
the
air
.
The
tentacles
swayed
and
struck
like
living
arms
,
and
,
save
for
the
helpless
purposelessness
of
these
movements
,
it
was
as
if
some
wounded
thing
were
struggling
for
its
life
amid
the
waves
.
Enormous
quantities
of
a
ruddy-brown
fluid
were
spurting
up
in
noisy
jets
out
of
the
machine
.
My
attention
was
diverted
from
this
death
flurry
by
a
furious
yelling
,
like
that
of
the
thing
called
a
siren
in
our
manufacturing
towns
.
A
man
,
knee-deep
near
the
towing
path
,
shouted
inaudibly
to
me
and
pointed
.
Looking
back
,
I
saw
the
other
Martians
advancing
with
gigantic
strides
down
the
riverbank
from
the
direction
of
Chertsey
.
The
Shepperton
guns
spoke
this
time
unavailingly
.
