THE FIRST MEN IN THE MOON
again that chid, chid, chid, resumed. The shadows told of shapes that moved quickly and rhythmically in agreement with that regular sound, and rested when it ceased.
We put our heads close together and began to discuss these things in noiseless whispers.
"They are occupied," I said; "they are occupied in some way."
"Yes."
"They're not seeking us or thinking of us."
"Perhaps they have not heard of us."
"Those others are hunting about below. If suddenly we appeared here———"
We looked at each other.
"There might be a chance to parley," said Cavor.
"No," I said, "not as we are."
For a space we remained, each occupied with his own thoughts.
Chid, chid, chid went the chipping, and the shadows moved to and fro.
I looked at the grating. "It's flimsy," I said. "We might bend two of the bars and crawl through."
We wasted a little time in vague discussion. Then I took one of the bars in both hands, and got my feet up against the rock until they were almost on a level with my head, and so thrust against the bar. It bent so suddenly that I almost slipped. I clambered about and bent the adjacent bar in the opposite direction, and then took the luminous fungus from my pocket and dropped it down the fissure.
"Don't do anything hastily," whispered Cavor,
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