Extraterrestrial beings -- Fiction; Science fiction, English; Space flight to Mars -- Fiction
Once more we were ushered into the large and lofty room which was to
be our prison house. Our guards withdrew, the massive door swung back,
moved by hidden automatic action, and we were left to our own sad
reflections.
"Oh, for the good _Sirius_, with everything in order!" sighed Graham.
"We would soon show these Martial hosts that we are not the poor weak
fools they take us to be."
"Tut, tut, Graham," said the Doctor, cheerily. "The game seems against
us now, but we may hold the trump cards yet, man! Besides, you have
evidently made a conquest," he continued, with sly humour, "and that
fair Martial maiden may yet prove a guardian angel."
"Ah, Doctor, sanguine as ever! What a hopeful old boy you are! But I,
for one, seem to think we are in a deuce of a hole this time," said
Temple, with just a tinge of irritation in his voice.
"I don't see the least call for any such joke at my expense, Doctor,"
said Graham, smilingly. "But there, it is best to look on the bright
side of things."
"Ah, now I was right, after all! Graham, the fair lady who seems so
grieved about us, little dreams that she has made a conquest too!"
"Doctor, I feel peckish mysel', and I ken puir old Rover misses his
supper. Surely they dinna mean starvin' o' us!"
"All in good time, Sandy; all in good time. Here's a biscuit for Rover,
I happened to put in my pocket this morning," remarked the Doctor,
good-humouredly.
"Well, Temple," he continued, "we have evidently been respited for
some reason or other. That looks as though these strange people were
not altogether unfriendly disposed towards us. We must make a lot of
allowance for them, after all. Think what a fuss five beings from Mars
would make, were they to drop from the sky into Trafalgar Square or
Palace Yard, some fine day; and that, mind you, after killing in cold
blood an innocent farm-labourer at Ealing or Hendon! Why, all London
would be wild with excitement, and a righteously incensed populace
would be clamouring for their immediate trial and execution--the
evening papers, especially! We take these inoffensive people by
surprise, and, really, we are fortunate in having been able so far to
conciliate them as to gain time--and that is all we want. We shall
be----"
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