Thirty Strange StoriesWells, H. G. (Herbert George)
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Thirty Strange Stories
Wells, H. G. (Herbert George)
Fantasy fiction, English; Science fiction, English; Short stories, English
Then the shouting was repeated, and it seemed to him that a distant echo
answered it. The dabbing recurred, and the globe swayed and ground
against the spindle over which the wire was rolled. He stood in the
blackness, and peered out into the everlasting night of the abyss. And
presently he saw, very faint and remote, other phosphorescent
quasi-human forms hurrying towards him.
Hardly knowing what he did, he felt about in his swaying prison for the
stud of the exterior electric light, and came by accident against his
own small glow lamp in its padded recess. The sphere twisted, and then
threw him down; he heard shouts like shouts of surprise, and when he
rose to his feet he saw two pairs of stalked eyes peering into the lower
window and reflecting his light.
In another moment hands were dabbing vigorously at his steel casing, and
there was a sound, horrible enough in his position, of the metal
protection of the clockwork being vigorously hammered. That, indeed,
sent his heart into his mouth, for if these strange creatures succeeded
in stopping that his release would never occur. Scarcely had he thought
as much when he felt the sphere sway violently, and the floor of it
press hard against his feet. He turned off the small glow lamp that lit
the interior, and sent the ray of the large light in the separate
compartment out into the water. The sea floor and the manlike creatures
had disappeared, and a couple of fish chasing each other dropped
suddenly by the window.
He thought at once that these strange denizens of the deep sea had
broken the wire rope, and that he had escaped. He drove up faster and
faster, and then stopped with a jerk that sent him flying against the
padded roof of his prison. For half a minute perhaps he was too
astonished to think.
Then he felt that the sphere was spinning slowly, and rocking, and it
seemed to him that it was also being drawn through the water. By
crouching close to the window he managed to make his weight effective
and roll that part of the sphere downward, but he could see nothing save
the pale ray of his light striking down ineffectively into the darkness.
It occurred to him that he would see more if he turned the lamp off and
allowed his eyes to grow accustomed to the profound obscurity.
In this he was wise. After some minutes the velvety blackness became a
translucent blackness, and then far away, and as faint as the zodiacal
light of an English summer evening, he saw shapes moving below. He
judged these creatures had detached his cable and were towing him along
the sea bottom.
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