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Updated: May 14, 2025
She came cautiously through the brushwood and looked down. She shivered a little. From here they could see beneath the bows of the rocket-ship. And there was a name there, in the Cyrillic alphabet which was the official written language of the Com-Pubs. Here, on United Nations soil, it was insolent.
He had come toilsomely to the neighborhood of the rocket-ship because he would have to do visual signaling, and there was no time to lose. The dome of force was transparent. The air fleet would be trying to communicate through it with the Martians they believed were in the rocket-ship.
In mid-air a dome began to take form, outlined by the trailing streaks of gray. It began to be more definitely traced by interlinings. An aerial lattice spread about a portion of a six-mile hemisphere. The top was fifteen thousand feet above the rocket-ship, twenty-five thousand feet from sea-level, as high as Mount Everest itself.
There was a huge, fan-shaped space where the vegetation about the rocket-ship was colored a vivid red. In air-photos, the rocket-ship would look remarkably like something from another planet. But nearby, Thorn could see a lazy trickle of fuel-fumes from a port-pipe on one side of the monster.... "That tower is nothing but cellate foam, which hardens. And Sylva! See?"
You will try to convince them that we wish to be friendly." "I don't believe they're Martians, sir " Sylva came racing to the door of the plane. "Thorn! Something's coming! I hear it droning!" Thorn himself heard a dull droning noise in the air, coming toward him. "Occupants of the rocket-ship, sir," he said grimly, "seem to be approaching. Orders?" "Evacuate the ship," snapped the G.C. phone.
For God's sake try something. Anything." Thorn roused himself by a terrific effort. He managed to ask a question by exhausted gestures in the Watch visual alphabet. "Kreynborg took her to rocket-ship," came the answer. "She recovered consciousness before being carried inside."
Now a watch was being kept on the rocket-ship, to be sure, but it was becoming a matter-of-fact sort of vigilance, pending the arrival of the rest of the Fighting Force and the cracking of the dome of force by the scientists who worked on it night and day. On level ground, Thorn and Sylva would have reached the edge of the dome in an hour.
During three of its revolutions anybody on the ground, anywhere, could spot it in daylight as an infinitesimal star, bright enough to be seen against the sky's blueness, rising in the west and floating eastward to set at the place of sunrise. There was again weightlessness. A rocket-ship doesn't burn its rocket-engines all the time.
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