Far from the plaza and in an untenanted portion of the great dead city I had little trouble in reaching the hills beyond.
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I began walking, therefore, in a big curve, seeking some point of vantage and continually looking at the sand.
Through two long weeks I wandered, stumbling through the nights guided only by the stars and hiding during the days behind some protruding rock or among the occasional hills I traversed.
I shouted above the sudden noise. She looked away from me downhill. The people were coming out of their houses, astonished.
The nearer moon, hurtling suddenly above the horizon and lighting up the Barsoomian scene, showed me that my preserver was Woola.