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Get
caught
,
I
mean
.
And
the
great
thing
is
,
we
must
leave
the
Martians
alone
.
We
must
n't
even
steal
.
If
we
get
in
their
way
,
we
clear
out
.
We
must
show
them
we
mean
no
harm
.
Yes
,
I
know
.
But
they
're
intelligent
things
,
and
they
wo
n't
hunt
us
down
if
they
have
all
they
want
,
and
think
we
're
just
harmless
vermin
.
"
The
artilleryman
paused
and
laid
a
brown
hand
upon
my
arm
.
"
After
all
,
it
may
not
be
so
much
we
may
have
to
learn
before
--
Just
imagine
this
:
four
or
five
of
their
fighting
machines
suddenly
starting
off
--
Heat-Rays
right
and
left
,
and
not
a
Martian
in
'em
.
Not
a
Martian
in
'em
,
but
men
--
men
who
have
learned
the
way
how
.
It
may
be
in
my
time
,
even
--
those
men
.
Fancy
having
one
of
them
lovely
things
,
with
its
Heat-Ray
wide
and
free
!
Fancy
having
it
in
control
!
What
would
it
matter
if
you
smashed
to
smithereens
at
the
end
of
the
run
,
after
a
bust
like
that
?
I
reckon
the
Martians
'll
open
their
beautiful
eyes
!
Ca
n't
you
see
them
,
man
?
Ca
n't
you
see
them
hurrying
,
hurrying
--
puffing
and
blowing
and
hooting
to
their
other
mechanical
affairs
?
Something
out
of
gear
in
every
case
.
And
swish
,
bang
,
rattle
,
swish
!
Just
as
they
are
fumbling
over
it
,
swish
comes
the
Heat-Ray
,
and
,
behold
!
man
has
come
back
to
his
own
.
"
For
a
while
the
imaginative
daring
of
the
artilleryman
,
and
the
tone
of
assurance
and
courage
he
assumed
,
completely
dominated
my
mind
.
I
believed
unhesitatingly
both
in
his
forecast
of
human
destiny
and
in
the
practicability
of
his
astonishing
scheme
,
and
the
reader
who
thinks
me
susceptible
and
foolish
must
contrast
his
position
,
reading
steadily
with
all
his
thoughts
about
his
subject
,
and
mine
,
crouching
fearfully
in
the
bushes
and
listening
,
distracted
by
apprehension
.
We
talked
in
this
manner
through
the
early
morning
time
,
and
later
crept
out
of
the
bushes
,
and
,
after
scanning
the
sky
for
Martians
,
hurried
precipitately
to
the
house
on
Putney
Hill
where
he
had
made
his
lair
.
It
was
the
coal
cellar
of
the
place
,
and
when
I
saw
the
work
he
had
spent
a
week
upon
--
it
was
a
burrow
scarcely
ten
yards
long
,
which
he
designed
to
reach
to
the
main
drain
on
Putney
Hill
--
I
had
my
first
inkling
of
the
gulf
between
his
dreams
and
his
powers
.
Such
a
hole
I
could
have
dug
in
a
day
.
But
I
believed
in
him
sufficiently
to
work
with
him
all
that
morning
until
past
midday
at
his
digging
.
We
had
a
garden
barrow
and
shot
the
earth
we
removed
against
the
kitchen
range
.
We
refreshed
ourselves
with
a
tin
of
mock-turtle
soup
and
wine
from
the
neighbouring
pantry
.
I
found
a
curious
relief
from
the
aching
strangeness
of
the
world
in
this
steady
labour
.
As
we
worked
,
I
turned
his
project
over
in
my
mind
,
and
presently
objections
and
doubts
began
to
arise
;
but
I
worked
there
all
the
morning
,
so
glad
was
I
to
find
myself
with
a
purpose
again
.
After
working
an
hour
I
began
to
speculate
on
the
distance
one
had
to
go
before
the
cloaca
was
reached
,
the
chances
we
had
of
missing
it
altogether
.
My
immediate
trouble
was
why
we
should
dig
this
long
tunnel
,
when
it
was
possible
to
get
into
the
drain
at
once
down
one
of
the
manholes
,
and
work
back
to
the
house
.
It
seemed
to
me
,
too
,
that
the
house
was
inconveniently
chosen
,
and
required
a
needless
length
of
tunnel
.
And
just
as
I
was
beginning
to
face
these
things
,
the
artilleryman
stopped
digging
,
and
looked
at
me
.
"
We
're
working
well
,
"
he
said
.
He
put
down
his
spade
.
"
Let
us
knock
off
a
bit
"
he
said
.
"
I
think
it
's
time
we
reconnoitred
from
the
roof
of
the
house
.
"
I
was
for
going
on
,
and
after
a
little
hesitation
he
resumed
his
spade
;
and
then
suddenly
I
was
struck
by
a
thought
.
I
stopped
,
and
so
did
he
at
once
.
"
Why
were
you
walking
about
the
common
,
"
I
said
,
"
instead
of
being
here
?
"
"
Taking
the
air
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
was
coming
back
.
It
's
safer
by
night
.
"
"
But
the
work
?
"
