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A Fair Captive From The Sky
The third day after the incubator ceremony we set forth toward home, but scarcely had
the head of the procession debouched into the open ground before the city than orders
were given for an immediate and hasty return. As though trained for years in this
particular evolution, the green Martians melted like mist into the spacious doorways of
the nearby buildings, until, in less than three minutes, the entire cavalcade of chariots,
mastodons and mounted warriors was nowhere to be seen.
Sola and I had entered a building upon the front of the city, in fact, the same one in which
I had had my encounter with the apes, and, wishing to see what had caused the sudden
retreat, I mounted to an upper floor and peered from the window out over the valley and
the hills beyond; and there I saw the cause of their sudden scurrying to cover. A huge
craft, long, low, and gray-painted, swung slowly over the crest of the nearest hill.
Following it came another, and another, and another, until twenty of them, swinging low
above the ground, sailed slowly and majestically toward us.
Each carried a strange banner swung from stem to stern above the upper works, and upon
the prow of each was painted some odd device that gleamed in the sunlight and showed
plainly even at the distance at which we were from the vessels. I could see figures
crowding the forward decks and upper works of the air craft. Whether they had
discovered us or simply were looking at the deserted city I could not say, but in any event
they received a rude reception, for suddenly and without warning the green Martian
warriors fired a terrific volley from the windows of the buildings facing the little valley
across which the great ships were so peacefully advancing.
Instantly the scene changed as by magic; the foremost vessel swung broadside toward us,
and bringing her guns into play returned our fire, at the same time moving parallel to our
front for a short distance and then turning back with the evident intention of completing a
great circle which would bring her up to position once more opposite our firing line; the
other vessels followed in her wake, each one opening upon us as she swung into position.
Our own fire never diminished, and I doubt if twenty-five per cent of our shots went wild.
It had never been given me to see such deadly accuracy of aim, and it seemed as though a
little figure on one of the craft dropped at the explosion of each bullet, while the banners
and upper works dissolved in spurts of flame as the irresistible projectiles of our warriors
mowed through them.
The fire from the vessels was most ineffectual, owing, as I afterward learned, to the
unexpected suddenness of the first volley, which caught the ship's crews entirely
unprepared and the sighting apparatus of the guns unprotected from the deadly aim of our
It seems that each green warrior has certain objective points for his fire under relatively
identical circumstances of warfare. For example, a proportion of them, always the best
marksmen, direct their fire entirely upon the wireless finding and sighting apparatus of