Extraterrestrial beings -- Fiction; Science fiction, English; Space flight to Mars -- Fiction
"No, thanks, Doctor; I begin to feel myself again, and would like to
relate all while the facts are still fresh in my memory."
"With a desperation," continued Graham, "only born of a wild desire for
life, I commenced my struggle upwards. Swinging from side to side, and
twisting round and round above that gleaming yellow gulf, whose depths
no mortal could sound, I slowly climbed, hand over hand, for a little
way, and then stopped to rest. I soon, alas! realised the fact that
going down was much easier than coming up, and every moment I felt my
arms losing strength. Oh! how horribly smooth and remorseless did the
shining sides of the _Sirius_ seem! Not a projection of any kind to
assist me. Several times I was almost giving up in despair, and ending
my frightful misery by dropping quietly into the yawning void below,
but the natural love for life implanted in every animate creature held
me back, whilst hope whispered encouragement in my ears. I could hear
your voices; the sound of my pulse as it throbbed on in its agony was
startlingly distinct. I heard Sandy call out the hour--I had only been
five minutes in my dreadful position, after all, yet it seemed ages and
ages. Suddenly an idea struck me, and that was if I could manage to
hold on by one hand, with the other I might pass the end of the rope
under my foot and form a loop.
"This I succeeded in doing, and was thus able to rest my arms a little,
at intervals, as I slowly struggled upwards. How heavy the helmet
seemed to be getting! I felt slowly drifting into unconsciousness, and
death. In what seemed to me an eternity, I at last reached the other
end of the rope, which I had left hanging loose. By a great effort I
got this end through the ring and secured it, thus making a loop in
which I was able to stand for a few moments and rest. I cannot tell
you how deliciously sweet those few seconds were; they seemed like a
respite from the very jaws of death. I actually examined the supposed
crack which had been the cause of all my misfortune, and found that
it was not a flaw, but a mere scratch in the outer coating of the
_Sirius_. After this all was comparatively easy. I soon got on to the
balcony, untied the rope, and gave the signal at the door. Then all
was blank; my senses left me. I suppose the mental strain had been
too much, and that the overstrung nerves had collapsed at last. I
remembered nothing more until I found myself under your care, and was
surprised to learn that for three hours I had lain unconscious."
"We all congratulate you on your wonderful escape, Graham," said
Temple. "A bottle of our best port shall be uncorked. It will put new
life into you, man."
"And, Graham," remarked the Doctor, "you will perceive that your
perilous undertaking has brought about good results. The air we are
now breathing is all right again. We have lost but little time, for
the moment we knew you were safe the motors were started again at full
pressure."
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