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"
We
’
ll
try
to
make
it
,
thanks
.
There
’
s
so
much
to
be
done
.
My
men
are
waiting
for
me
back
at
the
rocket
and
—
"
He
stopped
.
He
looked
toward
the
door
,
startled
.
Far
away
in
the
sunlight
there
was
a
sound
of
voices
,
a
shouting
and
a
great
hello
.
"
What
’
s
that
?
"
asked
Hinkston
,
"
We
’
ll
soon
find
out
.
"
And
Captain
John
Black
was
out
the
front
door
abruptly
,
running
across
the
green
lawn
into
the
street
of
the
Martian
town
.
He
stood
looking
at
the
rocket
.
The
ports
were
open
and
his
crew
was
streaming
out
,
waving
their
hands
.
A
crowd
of
people
had
gathered
,
and
in
and
through
and
among
these
people
the
members
of
the
crew
were
hurrying
,
talking
,
laughing
,
shaking
hands
.
People
did
little
dances
.
People
swarmed
.
The
rocket
lay
empty
and
abandoned
.
A
brass
band
exploded
in
the
sunlight
,
flinging
off
a
gay
tune
from
upraised
tubas
and
trumpets
.
There
was
a
bang
of
drums
and
a
shrill
of
fifes
.
Little
girls
with
golden
hair
jumped
up
and
down
.
Little
boys
shouted
,
"
Hooray
!
"
Fat
men
passed
around
ten
-
cent
cigars
.
The
town
mayor
made
a
speech
.
Then
each
member
of
the
crew
,
with
a
mother
on
one
arm
,
a
father
or
sister
on
the
other
,
was
spirited
off
down
the
street
into
little
cottages
or
big
mansions
.
"
Stop
!
"
cried
Captain
Black
.
The
doors
slammed
shut
.
