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"
I
’
ll
show
them
!
I
’
ll
show
everybody
!
"
"
Go
ahead
,
show
us
,
Sam
.
"
She
lay
in
the
shadows
.
"
Here
comes
another
city
!
"
Sam
reloaded
his
gun
.
"
Watch
me
fix
it
!
"
The
blue
phantom
ships
loomed
up
behind
them
,
drawing
steadily
apace
.
He
did
not
see
them
at
first
.
He
was
only
aware
of
a
whistling
and
a
high
windy
screaming
,
as
of
steel
on
sand
,
and
it
was
the
sound
of
the
sharp
razor
prows
of
the
sand
ships
preening
the
sea
bottoms
,
their
red
pennants
,
blue
pennants
unfurled
.
In
the
blue
light
ships
were
blue
dark
images
,
masked
men
,
men
with
silvery
faces
,
men
with
blue
stars
for
eyes
,
men
with
carved
golden
ears
,
men
with
tinfoil
cheeks
and
ruby
-
studded
lips
,
men
with
arms
folded
,
men
following
him
,
Martian
men
.
One
,
two
,
three
.
Sam
counted
.
The
Martian
ships
closed
in
.
"
Elma
,
Elma
,
I
can
’
t
hold
them
all
off
!
"
Elma
did
not
speak
or
rise
from
where
she
had
slumped
.
Sam
fired
his
gun
eight
times
.
One
of
the
sand
ships
fell
apart
,
the
sail
,
the
emerald
body
,
the
bronze
hull
points
,
the
moon
-
white
tiller
,
and
all
the
separate
images
in
it
.
The
masked
men
,
all
of
them
,
dug
into
the
sand
and
separated
out
into
orange
and
then
smoke
-
flame
.
But
the
other
ships
closed
in
.
"
I
’
m
outnumbered
,
Elma
!
"
he
cried
.
"
They
’
ll
kill
me
!
"
