There was no height of cliff at this point. Compared with the monster’s bulk, the shore showed no great shelving. It lay with a long tail in the water, and the end afloat on a calm sea. But though it was unbroken, it did not appear uninjured. It had a curiously flattened appearance, and though the tail moved at times, the rest of the body appeared unable to do so. Then the scene blurred, as though the narrator’s mind had failed to picture its report, and cleared again to show it lying beneath a hail of blue lightning. Only, the shafts of light did not flash and cease, but remained visible, like blue whiplashes, striking and recoiling around their disabled victim. I could not see from where they came. Beneath this attack, the gauze-like wings shrivelled and disappeared. The long tail lashed out, beating the water to tempest. But when the lightnings struck the still-lifted wing-sheathes, or the lustrous head, they slipped off harmlessly; and when some of them attempted to penetrate beneath the sheathes, they were not repelled, but appeared to be drawn in against their own wills, by a force which they resisted vainly, though some made a better struggle than others, and disappeared very slowly. Then I was aware of another of these monstrous insects flying low over the water. As it neared the conflict, its head drew back into a neck-like collar, which shone with a metallic lustre, similar to that of the wing-sheathes. The front pair of sheathes lifted and adjusted their positions, till they formed a vertical shield to the advancing monster. The blue lightnings, under no visible controls, grouped and advanced through the air to meet their new adversary. Swiftly as an eyelid winks, a glow of petunia-red appeared and faded on the polished sheathes. Instantly, the lightnings separated, and drew back. They reminded me, grotesquely enough, of a pack of dogs that had brought a beast to bay which they would not leave, but lacked the strength to pull down. Then, almost too swiftly for sight to follow, they struck,--all, I thought, at one spot beneath the withdrawn head. As they did so, the petunia light glowed again, and in the same instant they recoiled, writhing curiously, as though sentient and damaged. After that, they disappeared entirely. Freed from the annoyance of these attacks, the fallen monster lay quiet. The convulsions of its tail ceased. The rescuer, still almost upon the surface of the water, turned its head seaward, and twined its tail around that of its companion. So it remained for some time, with rapidly-beating wings, stationary above the water. While it did so, its bulk appeared to increase, while that of the fallen appeared to lessen, so that it lay flatter than before, and its tail became flabby. When they parted, the one lay inert, with no further sign of life, while the other rose heavily, as though sated by a full meal. I was stopped from further observation by the impatience of my companion’s mind.