WEYBRIDGE AND SHEPPERTON
"Get out!" said the lieutenant. "What confounded nonsense!"
"You'll see, sir. They carry a kind of box, sir, that shoots fire and strikes you dead."
"What d'ye mean—a gun?"
"No, sir," and the artilleryman began a vivid account of the Heat-Ray. Half-way through the lieutenant interrupted him and looked up at me. I was still standing on the bank by the side of the road.
"Did you see it?" said the lieutenant.
"It's perfectly true," I said.
"Well," said the lieutenant, "I suppose it's my business to see it too. Look here "—to the artilleryman—"we're detailed here clearing people out of their houses. You'd better go along and report yourself to Brigadier-General Marvin, and tell him all you know. He's at Weybridge. Know the way?"
"I do," I said; and he turned his horse southward again.
"Half a mile, you say?" said he.
"At most," I answered, and pointed over the tree-tops southward. He thanked me and rode on, and we saw them no more.
Farther along we came upon a group of three women and two children in the road, busy clearing out a laborer's cottage. They had got hold of a little hand-truck, and were
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