"We stared down upon it, in indescribable awe and wonder, and then
Evans, the commander, uttered a sudden exclamation. A group of the
strange slug-creatures had collected in the street just below us,
gazing up through the waters toward us with their strange, dark eyes,
and now we saw that across the city toward us was striding an erect,
gigantic shape. It came from the direction of the great pit and tower,
where there could be glimpsed others like it--an erect, vast shape
of metal, striding toward us on two mighty limbs or columns which
must have measured a thousand feet in height, and which supported at
their top a small disk-platform on which were grouped two or three of
the slug-creatures, operating their vast mechanism. From below this
platform, too, there projected a great jointed limb, or arm, of almost
the same length as the two great legs, and as the vast thing strode
toward us over the city of globes this mighty arm was reaching out
toward our craft.
"I uttered a shout, and heard a hoarse order from Evans shouted through
the speaking-tube, and a moment later the submarine shot upward with
all the power of its motors. But as it did so there came a jarring
shock and clash of metal, and then our craft was pulled downward,
its propellers spinning in vain. The great upraised arm of the giant
striding machine had gripped us and held us as a child might hold a toy.
"Now, with that great arm circling the submarine and holding it
tightly, the vast mechanism began to stride back across the city, and
a moment later had halted, and was lowering our craft to the city's
floor. Below us, we saw, was a group of three of the globe-buildings
set apart from the others in a small clearing, and before one of these
the arm that held our craft placed it, still holding it tightly. We
saw the great door of the globe-building, fifty feet across and twice
that in height, opening by sliding down into the metal pavement below.
Ten feet inside was another similar door which was opening likewise,
both great doors being quite transparent, though apparently of immense
strength. In a moment our craft had been pushed inside, into the bare,
white-lit interior of the great metal globe, and then both great doors
rolled back up and closed tightly. Our submarine, with all in it, was
prisoned in the waters inside.
[Illustration: "That great arm circled the submarine and held it
tightly."]
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