our incurable anthropomorphism made us imagine there were human heads inside their masks.  The skin, like everything else, looked bluish, but that was on account of the light; and it was hard and shiny, quite in the beetle-wing fashion, not soft, or moist, or hairy, as a vertebrated animal’s would be.  Along the crest of the head was a low ridge of whitish spines running from back to front, and a much larger ridge curved on either side over the eyes.  The Selenite who untied me used his mouth to help his hands.

“They seem to be releasing us,” said Cavor.  “Remember we are on the moon!  Make no sudden movements!”

“Are you going to try that geometry?”

“If I get a chance.  But, of course, they may make an advance first.”

We remained passive, and the Selenites, having finished their arrangements, stood back from us, and seemed to be looking at us.  I say seemed to be, because as their eyes were at the side and not in front, one had the same difficulty in determining the direction in which they were looking as one has in the case of a hen or a fish.  They conversed with one another in their reedy tones, that seemed to me impossible to imitate or define.  The door behind us opened wider, and, glancing over my shoulder, I saw a vague large space beyond, in which quite a little crowd of Selenites were standing.  They seemed a curiously miscellaneous rabble.

“Do they want us to imitate those sounds?” I asked Cavor.

“I don’t think so,” he said.

“It seems to me that they are trying to make us understand something.”

“I can’t make anything of their gestures.  Do you notice this one, who is worrying with his head like a man with an uncomfortable collar?”

“Let us shake our heads at him.”

We did that, and finding it ineffectual, attempted an imitation of the Selenites’ movements.  That seemed to interest them.  At any rate they all set up the same movement.  But as that seemed to lead to nothing, we desisted at last and so did they, and fell into a piping argument among themselves.  Then one of them, shorter and very much thicker than the others, and with a particularly wide mouth, squatted down suddenly beside Cavor, and put his hands and feet in the same posture as Cavor’s were bound, and then by a dexterous movement stood up.

“Cavor,” I shouted, “they want us to get up!”

He stared open-mouthed.  “That’s it!” he said.

And with much heaving and grunting, because our hands were tied together, we contrived to struggle to our feet.  The Selenites made way for our elephantine heavings, and seemed to twitter more volubly.  As soon as we were on our feet the thick-set Selenite came and patted each of our faces with his tentacles, and walked towards the open doorway.  That also was plain enough, and we followed him.  We saw that four of the Selenites standing in the doorway were much taller than the others, and clothed in the same manner as those we had seen in the crater, namely, with spiked round helmets and cylindrical body-cases, and that each of the four carried a goad with spike and guard made of that same dull-looking metal as the bowls.  These four closed about us, one on either side of each of us, as we emerged from our chamber into the cavern from which the light had come.