surface. The splashes of the people in the boats leaping into the

river sounded like thunderclaps in my ears. People were landing

hastily on both sides of the river. But the Martian machine took no

more notice for the moment of the people running this way and that

than a man would of the confusion of ants in a nest against which his

foot has kicked. When, half suffocated, I raised my head above water,

the Martian's hood pointed at the batteries that were still firing

across the river, and as it advanced it swung loose what must have

been the generator of the Heat-Ray.

In another moment it was on the bank, and in a stride wading

halfway across. The knees of its foremost legs bent at the farther

bank, and in another moment it had raised itself to its full height

again, close to the village of Shepperton. Forthwith the six guns

which, unknown to anyone on the right bank, had been hidden behind the

outskirts of that village, fired simultaneously. The sudden near

concussion, the last close upon the first, made my heart jump. The

monster was already raising the case generating the Heat-Ray as the

first shell burst six yards above the hood.

I gave a cry of astonishment. I saw and thought nothing of the

other four Martian monsters; my attention was riveted upon the nearer

incident. Simultaneously two other shells burst in the air near the

body as the hood twisted round in time to receive, but not in time to

dodge, the fourth shell.

The War of the Worlds