manhole,
sphere rolled over
something had lugged my head down directly it emerged
I ducked back sharply, or I
pinned face under water
Alter some wriggling and shoving I managed to crawl out upon sand, over which the retreating waves still came and went

attempt to stand up
It seemed
that my body
suddenly changed to lead
Mother Earth had her grip on me now - no Cavorite intervening
I sat down heedless
water that came over my feet

dawn,
gray dawn, rather overcast but showing here and there
long patch of greenish gray
Some way out
ship was lying at anchor,
pale silhouette of
ship with one yellow light
The water came rippling in in long shallow waves
Away
right curved the land,
shingle bank with little hovels, and at last
lighthouse,
sailing mark and
point
Inland stretched
space of level sand, broken here and there by pools of water, and ending
mile away perhaps in
low shore of scrub
north-east some isolated watering-place was visible,
row of gaunt lodging-houses, the tallest things that I
on earth, dull dabs against the brightening sky
What strange men
reared these vertical piles
an amplitude of space
know
There
, like pieces of Brighton lost
waste

I sat there, yawning and rubbing my face
At last I struggled to rise
It made me feel that
lifting
weight
I stood up

I stared
distant houses
first time since our starvation
crater
of earthly food
"Bacon," I whispered, "eggs
Good toast and good coffee
.
. And how the devil am I going to all this stuff to Lympne ? " I wondered where
an east shore anyhow, and I had seen Europe before I dropped

I heard footsteps scrunching
sand, and
little round-faced, friendly-looking man in flannels, with
bathing towel wrapped about his shoulders,
bathing dress over his arm, appeared up the beach
instantly that
in England
staring most intently
sphere and me
He advanced staring
I dare say I looked
ferocious savage enough - dirty, unkempt, to an indescribable degree; but it
occur
He stopped at
distance of twenty yards
"Hul-lo, my man ! "
doubtfully

"Hullo yourself ! " said I

He advanced, reassured
"What on earth
thing ? " he asked

"
tell me where
? " I asked

"That's Littlestone,"
, pointing
houses; "
's Dungeness !
just landed ? What's that thing you've got ? Some sort of machine ? "
"Yes
"
"
floated ashore ?
been wrecked or something ?
it ? "
I meditated swiftly
an estimate
little man's appearance as he drew nearer
"By Jove ! "
, "you've had
time of it !
you - Well - Where were you cast away ?
thing
sort of floating thing for saving life ? "
I decided
that line
few vague affirmatives
"
help,"
hoarsely
"
some stuff up the beach - stuff
't
leave about
" I became aware of three other pleasant-looking young men with towels, blazers, and straw hats, coming down the sands towards me
Evidently the early bathing section
Littlestone

"Help ! " said the young man: "rather ! " He became vaguely active
"What particularly
done ? " He turned round and gesticulated
The three young men accelerated their pace
In
minute they there about me, plying me with questions
indisposed to answer
"I'll tell all that later,"
"I'm dead beat
I'm
rag
"
"Come
hotel," said the foremost little man
"We'll look
thing there
"
I hesitated
"
't,"
"
sphere there's two big bars of gold
"
They looked incredulously at one another, then at me with
new inquiry
I went
sphere, stooped, crept in, and presently they had the Selenites' crowbars
broken chain before them
If I
so horribly fagged
laughed at them
like kittens round
beetle
They didn't know what
stuff
The fat little man stooped and lifted the end of
bars, and then dropped it with
grunt
Then they all did

"It's lead, or gold ! " said one

"Oh, it's gold ! " said another

"Gold, right enough," said the third

Then they all stared at me, and then they all stared
ship lying at anchor

"
! " cried the little man
"But where did you get that ? "
too tired
up
lie
"I got it
moon
"
them stare at one another

"Look here ! " said I, "I'm not going to argue now
Help me carry these lumps of gold
hotel - I guess, with rests, two of
manage one, and I'll trail this chain thing - and I'll tell you more when I've had some food
"
"And how
thing ? "
"It won't hurt there,"
"Anyhow - confound it ! - it must stop there now
tide comes up,
float all right
"
And in
state of enormous wonderment, these young men most obediently hoisted my treasures on their shoulders, and with limbs that felt like lead I headed
sort of procession towards that distant fragment of "sea-front
" Half-way there we were reinforced by two awe-stricken little girls with spades, and later
lean little boy, with
penetrating sniff, appeared
, I remember, wheeling
bicycle, and he accompanied us at
distance of about
hundred yards
right flank, and then I suppose,
up as uninteresting, mounted his bicycle and rode off over the level sands
direction
sphere

I glanced back after him

"He won't touch it," said the stout young man reassuringly, and
only too willing
reassured

At first something
gray
morning was in my mind, but presently the sun disengaged itself
level clouds
horizon and lit the world, and turned the leaden sea to glittering waters
My spirits rose

sense
vast importance
things I had done and had yet
came
sunlight into my mind
I laughed aloud
foremost man staggered under my gold
When indeed
my place
, how amazed the world
!
inordinate fatigue, the landlord
Littlestone hotel
amusing, as he hesitated between my gold and my respectable company
one and my filthy appearance
other
But at last
myself in
terrestrial bathroom once more with warm water to wash myself with, and
change of raiment, preposterously small indeed, but anyhow clean,
genial little man had lent me
He lent me
razor too, but
screw up my resolution to attack even the outposts
bristling beard that covered my face

I sat down to an English breakfast and ate with
sort of languid appetite - an appetite many weeks old and very decrepit - and stirred myself to answer the questions
four young men
And
them the truth

"Well," said I, "
press me - I got it
moon
"
"The moon ? "
"Yes, the moon
sky
"
"But how
? "
"What
, confound it ! "
"Then
just come
moon ? "
"Exactly ! through space -
ball
" And
delicious mouthful of egg
private note that when I went back
moon
take
box of eggs

I
clearly that
believe one word what
them, but evidently they considered me the most respectable liar they had ever met
They glanced at one another, and then concentrated the fire
eyes on me
I fancy they expected
clue
way I helped myself to salt
They seemed
something significant in my peppering my egg
These strangely shaped masses of gold they had staggered under held their minds
There the lumps lay in front of me, each worth thousands of pounds, and as impossible for
to steal as
house or
piece of land
As I looked at their curious faces over my coffee-cup, I realised something
enormous wilderness of explanations into which
to wander to render myself comprehensible again

"You don't really mean -" began the youngest young man,
tone of one who speaks to an obstinate child

"Just pass me that toast-rack,"
, and shut him up completely

"But look here,
," began
others
"We're not going
that,