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"
Neither
the
one
nor
,
perhaps
,
the
other
,
"
I
answered
.
"
And
the
mightier
they
are
the
more
sane
and
wary
should
we
be
.
One
of
them
was
killed
yonder
not
three
hours
ago
.
"
"
Killed
!
"
he
said
,
staring
about
him
.
"
How
can
God
's
ministers
be
killed
?
"
"
I
saw
it
happen
.
"
I
proceeded
to
tell
him
.
"
We
have
chanced
to
come
in
for
the
thick
of
it
,
"
said
I
,
"
and
that
is
all
.
"
"
What
is
that
flicker
in
the
sky
?
"
he
asked
abruptly
.
I
told
him
it
was
the
heliograph
signalling
--
that
it
was
the
sign
of
human
help
and
effort
in
the
sky
.
"
We
are
in
the
midst
of
it
,
"
I
said
,
"
quiet
as
it
is
.
That
flicker
in
the
sky
tells
of
the
gathering
storm
.
Yonder
,
I
take
it
are
the
Martians
,
and
Londonward
,
where
those
hills
rise
about
Richmond
and
Kingston
and
the
trees
give
cover
,
earthworks
are
being
thrown
up
and
guns
are
being
placed
.
Presently
the
Martians
will
be
coming
this
way
again
.
"
And
even
as
I
spoke
he
sprang
to
his
feet
and
stopped
me
by
a
gesture
.
"
Listen
!
"
he
said
.
From
beyond
the
low
hills
across
the
water
came
the
dull
resonance
of
distant
guns
and
a
remote
weird
crying
.
Then
everything
was
still
.
A
cockchafer
came
droning
over
the
hedge
and
past
us
.
High
in
the
west
the
crescent
moon
hung
faint
and
pale
above
the
smoke
of
Weybridge
and
Shepperton
and
the
hot
,
still
splendour
of
the
sunset
.
"
We
had
better
follow
this
path
,
"
I
said
,
"
northward
.
"
