I wondered at the fate of the many others that stood in the way of the Lunite invaders. Away to the south of me, I once noticed a long yellow ray, like a jaundiced finger of Death, traverse the sky and then fall down again. The Lunites were conquering once more.
Our situation…is similar to that which a Lunite might have encountered had he visited New England in 1690. Any wretch who claimed ancestry among the people of the moon in those days, would have been convicted of witchcraft and burned at the stake.
No more than a dozen passengers, this flight; Earth people, a few Martians—a Lunite or two.
The stunned Mace shook hands with the Lunite while Tack Largo whispered in his ear…. ‘Be quiet!’ Mace hissed. ‘I beg pardon?’ the Lunar youth said.
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