THE FIRST MEN IN THE MOON
"Anyhow, we must make them understand."
I think we said these things with a vague half hope the Selenites might somehow understand. I knew quite clearly that all that was needed was an explanation. Then, as I saw their faces, I realised that an explanation was impossible. Just here it was that our resemblances were not going to bridge our differences. Well, I wasn't going to walk the plank anyhow. I slipped one wrist very quickly out of the coil of chain that was loose, and then began to twist both in opposite directions. I was standing nearest to the bridge, and as I did this two of the Selenites laid hold of me and pulled me gently towards it.
I shook my head violently. "No go," I said, "no use. You don't understand."
Another Selenite added his compulsion. I was forced to step forward.
"Ι've got an idea," said Cavor, but I knew his ideas.
"Look here!" I exclaimed to the Selenites. "Steady on! It's all very well for you———"
I swung round upon my heel; I burst out into curses. For one of the armed Selenites had stabbed me behind with his goad.
I wrenched my wrist free from the little tentacles that held them. I turned on the goad-bearer. "Confound you!" I cried. "I've warned you of that. What on earth do you think I'm made of, to stick that into me? If you touch me again———!"
By way of answer he pricked me forthwith.
I heard Cavor's voice in alarm and entreaty. Even
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