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"
It
is
you
,
"
said
he
;
"
the
man
from
Woking
.
And
you
were
n't
killed
at
Weybridge
?
"
I
recognised
him
at
the
same
moment
.
"
You
are
the
artilleryman
who
came
into
my
garden
.
"
"
Good
luck
!
"
he
said
.
"
We
are
lucky
ones
!
Fancy
you
!
"
He
put
out
a
hand
,
and
I
took
it
.
"
I
crawled
up
a
drain
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
they
did
n't
kill
everyone
.
And
after
they
went
away
I
got
off
towards
Walton
across
the
fields
.
But
--
--
It
's
not
sixteen
days
altogether
--
and
your
hair
is
grey
.
"
He
looked
over
his
shoulder
suddenly
.
"
Only
a
rook
,
"
he
said
.
"
One
gets
to
know
that
birds
have
shadows
these
days
.
This
is
a
bit
open
.
Let
us
crawl
under
those
bushes
and
talk
.
"
"
Have
you
seen
any
Martians
?
"
I
said
.
"
Since
I
crawled
out
--
--
"
"
They
've
gone
away
across
London
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
guess
they
've
got
a
bigger
camp
there
.
Of
a
night
,
all
over
there
,
Hampstead
way
,
the
sky
is
alive
with
their
lights
.
It
's
like
a
great
city
,
and
in
the
glare
you
can
just
see
them
moving
.
By
daylight
you
ca
n't
.
But
nearer
--
I
have
n't
seen
them
--
"
(
he
counted
on
his
fingers
)
"
five
days
.
Then
I
saw
a
couple
across
Hammersmith
way
carrying
something
big
.
And
the
night
before
last
"
--
he
stopped
and
spoke
impressively
--
"
it
was
just
a
matter
of
lights
,
but
it
was
something
up
in
the
air
.
I
believe
they
've
built
a
flying-machine
,
and
are
learning
to
fly
.
"
I
stopped
,
on
hands
and
knees
,
for
we
had
come
to
the
bushes
.
"
Fly
!
"
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
,
"
fly
.
"
I
went
on
into
a
little
bower
,
and
sat
down
.
