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    hopeless of escape. Through the reek I could see the people who had been with me in the river scrambling out
    of the water through the reeds, like little frogs hurrying through grass from the advance of a man, or running
    to and fro in utter dismay on the towing path.
    Then suddenly the white flashes of the Heat-Ray came leaping towards me. The houses caved in as they
    dissolved at its touch, and darted out flames; the trees changed to fire with a roar. The Ray flickered up and
    down the towing path, licking off the people who ran this way and that, and came down to the water's edge
    not fifty yards from where I stood. It swept across the river to Shepperton, and the water in its track rose in a
    boiling weal crested with steam. I turned shoreward.
    In another moment the huge wave, well-nigh at the boiling-point had rushed upon me. I screamed aloud, and
    scalded, half blinded, agonised, I staggered through the leaping, hissing water towards the shore. Had my foot
    stumbled, it would have been the end. I fell helplessly, in full sight of the Martians, upon the broad, bare
    gravelly spit that runs down to mark the angle of the Wey and Thames. I expected nothing but death.
    I have a dim memory of the foot of a Martian coming down within a score of yards of my head, driving
    straight into the loose gravel, whirling it this way and that and lifting again; of a long suspense, and then of
    the four carrying the debris of their comrade between them, now clear and then presently faint through a veil
    of smoke, receding interminably, as it seemed to me, across a vast space of river and meadow. And then, very
    slowly, I realised that by a miracle I had escaped.
    CHAPTER THIRTEEN 44
    CHAPTER THIRTEEN
    HOW I FELL IN WITH THE CURATE
    After getting this sudden lesson in the power of terrestrial weapons, the Martians retreated to their original
    position upon Horsell Common; and in their haste, and encumbered with the debris of their smashed
    companion, they no doubt overlooked many such a stray and negligible victim as myself. Had they left their
    comrade and pushed on forthwith, there was nothing at that time between them and London but batteries of
    twelve-pounder guns, and they would certainly have reached the capital in advance of the tidings of their
    approach; as sudden, dreadful, and destructive their advent would have been as the earthquake that destroyed
    Lisbon a century ago.
    But they were in no hurry. Cylinder followed cylinder on its interplanetary flight; every twenty-four hours
    brought them reinforcement. And meanwhile the military and naval authorities, now fully alive to the
    tremendous power of their antagonists, worked with furious energy. Every minute a fresh gun came into
    position until, before twilight, every copse, every row of suburban villas on the hilly slopes about Kingston
    and Richmond, masked an expectant black muzzle. And through the charred and desolated area--perhaps
    twenty square miles altogether--that encircled the Martian encampment on Horsell Common, through charred
    and ruined villages among the green trees, through the blackened and smoking arcades that had been but a day
    ago pine spinneys, crawled the devoted scouts with the heliographs that were presently to warn the gunners of
    the Martian approach. But the Martians now understood our command of artillery and the danger of human
    proximity, and not a man ventured within a mile of either cylinder, save at the price of his life.
    It would seem that these giants spent the earlier part of the afternoon in going to and fro, transferring
    everything from the second and third cylinders--the second in Addlestone Golf Links and the third at
    Pyrford--to their original pit on Horsell Common. Over that, above the blackened heather and ruined buildings
    that stretched far and wide, stood one as sentinel, while the rest abandoned their vast fighting-machines and
    descended into the pit. They were hard at work there far into the night, and the towering pillar of dense green
    smoke that rose therefrom could be seen from the hills about Merrow, and even, it is said, from Banstead and
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