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A
flicker
of
flame
went
up
through
the
rising
steam
,
and
then
the
Martian
reeled
and
staggered
.
In
another
moment
he
was
cut
down
,
and
a
great
body
of
water
and
steam
shot
high
in
the
air
.
The
guns
of
the
Thunder
Child
sounded
through
the
reek
,
going
off
one
after
the
other
,
and
one
shot
splashed
the
water
high
close
by
the
steamer
,
ricocheted
towards
the
other
flying
ships
to
the
north
,
and
smashed
a
smack
to
matchwood
.
But
no
one
heeded
that
very
much
.
At
the
sight
of
the
Martian
's
collapse
the
captain
on
the
bridge
yelled
inarticulately
,
and
all
the
crowding
passengers
on
the
steamer
's
stern
shouted
together
.
And
then
they
yelled
again
.
For
,
surging
out
beyond
the
white
tumult
,
drove
something
long
and
black
,
the
flames
streaming
from
its
middle
parts
,
its
ventilators
and
funnels
spouting
fire
.
She
was
alive
still
;
the
steering
gear
,
it
seems
,
was
intact
and
her
engines
working
.
She
headed
straight
for
a
second
Martian
,
and
was
within
a
hundred
yards
of
him
when
the
Heat-Ray
came
to
bear
.
Then
with
a
violent
thud
,
a
blinding
flash
,
her
decks
,
her
funnels
,
leaped
upward
.
The
Martian
staggered
with
the
violence
of
her
explosion
,
and
in
another
moment
the
flaming
wreckage
,
still
driving
forward
with
the
impetus
of
its
pace
,
had
struck
him
and
crumpled
him
up
like
a
thing
of
cardboard
.
My
brother
shouted
involuntarily
.
A
boiling
tumult
of
steam
hid
everything
again
.
"
Two
!
,
"
yelled
the
captain
.
Everyone
was
shouting
.
The
whole
steamer
from
end
to
end
rang
with
frantic
cheering
that
was
taken
up
first
by
one
and
then
by
all
in
the
crowding
multitude
of
ships
and
boats
that
was
driving
out
to
sea
.
The
steam
hung
upon
the
water
for
many
minutes
,
hiding
the
third
Martian
and
the
coast
altogether
.
And
all
this
time
the
boat
was
paddling
steadily
out
to
sea
and
away
from
the
fight
;
and
when
at
last
the
confusion
cleared
,
the
drifting
bank
of
black
vapour
intervened
,
and
nothing
of
the
Thunder
Child
could
be
made
out
,
nor
could
the
third
Martian
be
seen
.
But
the
ironclads
to
seaward
were
now
quite
close
and
standing
in
towards
shore
past
the
steamboat
.
The
little
vessel
continued
to
beat
its
way
seaward
,
and
the
ironclads
receded
slowly
towards
the
coast
,
which
was
hidden
still
by
a
marbled
bank
of
vapour
,
part
steam
,
part
black
gas
,
eddying
and
combining
in
the
strangest
way
.
The
fleet
of
refugees
was
scattering
to
the
northeast
;
several
smacks
were
sailing
between
the
ironclads
and
the
steamboat
.
After
a
time
,
and
before
they
reached
the
sinking
cloud
bank
,
the
warships
turned
northward
,
and
then
abruptly
went
about
and
passed
into
the
thickening
haze
of
evening
southward
.
The
coast
grew
faint
,
and
at
last
indistinguishable
amid
the
low
banks
of
clouds
that
were
gathering
about
the
sinking
sun
.
Then
suddenly
out
of
the
golden
haze
of
the
sunset
came
the
vibration
of
guns
,
and
a
form
of
black
shadows
moving
.
Everyone
struggled
to
the
rail
of
the
steamer
and
peered
into
the
blinding
furnace
of
the
west
,
but
nothing
was
to
be
distinguished
clearly
.
A
mass
of
smoke
rose
slanting
and
barred
the
face
of
the
sun
.
The
steamboat
throbbed
on
its
way
through
an
interminable
suspense
.
