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He
remained
standing
at
the
edge
of
the
pit
that
the
Thing
had
made
for
itself
,
staring
at
its
strange
appearance
,
astonished
chiefly
at
its
unusual
shape
and
colour
,
and
dimly
perceiving
even
then
some
evidence
of
design
in
its
arrival
.
The
early
morning
was
wonderfully
still
,
and
the
sun
,
just
clearing
the
pine
trees
towards
Weybridge
,
was
already
warm
.
He
did
not
remember
hearing
any
birds
that
morning
,
there
was
certainly
no
breeze
stirring
,
and
the
only
sounds
were
the
faint
movements
from
within
the
cindery
cylinder
.
He
was
all
alone
on
the
common
.
Then
suddenly
he
noticed
with
a
start
that
some
of
the
grey
clinker
,
the
ashy
incrustation
that
covered
the
meteorite
,
was
falling
off
the
circular
edge
of
the
end
.
It
was
dropping
off
in
flakes
and
raining
down
upon
the
sand
.
A
large
piece
suddenly
came
off
and
fell
with
a
sharp
noise
that
brought
his
heart
into
his
mouth
.
For
a
minute
he
scarcely
realised
what
this
meant
,
and
,
although
the
heat
was
excessive
,
he
clambered
down
into
the
pit
close
to
the
bulk
to
see
the
Thing
more
clearly
.
He
fancied
even
then
that
the
cooling
of
the
body
might
account
for
this
,
but
what
disturbed
that
idea
was
the
fact
that
the
ash
was
falling
only
from
the
end
of
the
cylinder
.
And
then
he
perceived
that
,
very
slowly
,
the
circular
top
of
the
cylinder
was
rotating
on
its
body
.
It
was
such
a
gradual
movement
that
he
discovered
it
only
through
noticing
that
a
black
mark
that
had
been
near
him
five
minutes
ago
was
now
at
the
other
side
of
the
circumference
.
Even
then
he
scarcely
understood
what
this
indicated
,
until
he
heard
a
muffled
grating
sound
and
saw
the
black
mark
jerk
forward
an
inch
or
so
.
Then
the
thing
came
upon
him
in
a
flash
.
The
cylinder
was
artificial
--
hollow
--
with
an
end
that
screwed
out
!
Something
within
the
cylinder
was
unscrewing
the
top
!
'
Good
heavens
!
'
said
Ogilvy
.
'
There
's
a
man
in
it
--
men
in
it
!
Half
roasted
to
death
!
Trying
to
escape
!
'
At
once
,
with
a
quick
mental
leap
,
he
linked
the
Thing
with
the
flash
upon
Mars
.
The
thought
of
the
confined
creature
was
so
dreadful
to
him
that
he
forgot
the
heat
and
went
forward
to
the
cylinder
to
help
turn
.
But
luckily
the
dull
radiation
arrested
him
before
he
could
burn
his
hands
on
the
stillglowing
metal
.
At
that
he
stood
irresolute
for
a
moment
,
then
turned
,
scrambled
out
of
the
pit
,
and
set
off
running
wildly
into
Woking
.
The
time
then
must
have
been
somewhere
about
six
o'clock
.
He
met
a
waggoner
and
tried
to
make
him
understand
,
but
the
tale
he
told
and
his
appearance
were
so
wild
--
his
hat
had
fallen
off
in
the
pit
--
that
the
man
simply
drove
on
.
He
was
equally
unsuccessful
with
the
potman
who
was
just
unlocking
the
doors
of
the
public-house
by
Horsell
Bridge
.
The
fellow
thought
he
was
a
lunatic
at
large
and
made
an
unsuccessful
attempt
to
shut
him
into
the
taproom
.
That
sobered
him
a
little
;
and
when
he
saw
Henderson
,
the
London
journalist
,
in
his
garden
,
he
called
over
the
palings
and
made
himself
understood
.
'
Henderson
,
'
he
called
,
'
you
saw
that
shooting
star
last
night
?
'
