Far from the plaza and in an untenanted portion of the great dead city I had little trouble in reaching the hills beyond.
A moderate incline runs towards the foot of Maybury Hill, and down this we clattered. Once the lightning had begun, it went on in as rapid a succession of flashes as I have ever seen.
I and my wife stood amazed. Then I realised that the crest of Maybury Hill must be within range of the Martians’ Heat-Ray now that the college was cleared out of the way.
At first I regarded little but the road before me, and then abruptly my attention was arrested by something that was moving rapidly.
And as the day advanced and the engine drivers and stokers refused to return to London
The nearer moon, hurtling suddenly above the horizon and lighting up the Barsoomian scene, showed me that my preserver was Woola.