There were four or five boys sitting on the edge of the Pit, with their feet dangling, and amusing themselves–until I stopped them–by throwing stones at the giant mass. I think they perceived that nothing was to be done for the present, and had gone away to breakfast at Henderson’s house. I found a little crowd of perhaps twenty people surrounding the huge hole in which the cylinder lay. The newspaper articles had prepared men’s minds for the reception of the idea. Henderson went into the railway station at once, in order to telegraph the news to London. Of course the two were quite unable to do anything. They listened, rapped on the scaly burnt metal with a stick, and, meeting with no response, they both concluded the man or men inside must be insensible or dead. Air was either entering or escaping at the rim with a thin, sizzling sound. He did not wait for them to join him, however, instead he wheeled his thoat and came tearing madly in our direction.īut now the sounds inside had ceased, and a thin circle of bright metal showed between the top and the body of the cylinder.
The tension on our nerves was near the breaking point, and I doubt if any of us breathed for the few moments he held us covered by his glass and then he lowered it and we could see him shout a command to the warriors who had passed from our sight behind the ridge. Presently it swung full upon us and-stopped. Black posters with a rainbow-colored geometric Flower of Life shape on them. Coldplay fans have solved a mystery that has posters across London spelling out the release date of the band’s new album.
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