“Bedford!” he cried unavailingly.

My mind was busy as we went up that narrow alley between the dead bodies and the wall of the cavern.  The rocks curved about—­they could not enfilade us.  Though in that narrow space we could not leap, yet with our earth-born strength we were still able to go very much faster than the Selenites.  I reckoned we should presently come right among them.  Once we were on them, they would be nearly as formidable as black beetles.  Only there would first of all be a volley.  I thought of a stratagem.  I whipped off my flannel jacket as I ran.

“Bedford!” panted Cavor behind me.

I glanced back.  “What?” said I.

He was pointing upward over the carcasses.  “White light!” he said.  “White light again!”

I looked, and it was even so; a faint white ghost of light in the remoter cavern roof.  That seemed to give me double strength.

“Keep close,” I said.  A flat, long Selenite dashed out of the darkness, and squealed and fled.  I halted, and stopped Cavor with my hand.  I hung my jacket over my crowbar, ducked round the next carcass, dropped jacket and crowbar, showed myself, and darted back.

“Chuzz-flick,” just one arrow came.  We were close on the Selenites, and they were standing in a crowd, broad, short, and tall together, with a little battery of their shooting implements pointing down the cave.  Three or four other arrows followed the first, then their fire ceased.

I stuck out my head, and escaped by a hair’s-breadth.  This time I drew a dozen shots or more, and heard the Selenites shouting and twittering as if with excitement as they shot.  I picked up jacket and crowbar again.

“Now!” said I, and thrust out the jacket.

“Chuzz-zz-zz-zz!  Chuzz!” In an instant my jacket had grown a thick beard of arrows, and they were quivering all over the carcass behind us.  Instantly I slipped the crowbar out of the jacket, dropped the jacket—­for all I know to the contrary it is lying up there in the moon now—­and rushed out upon them.

For a minute perhaps it was massacre.  I was too fierce to discriminate, and the Selenites were probably too scared to fight.  At any rate they made no sort of fight against me.  I saw scarlet, as the saying is.  I remember I seemed to be wading among those leathery, thin things as a man wades through tall grass, mowing and hitting, first right, then left; smash.  Little drops of moisture flew about.  I trod on things that crushed and piped and went slippery.  The crowd seemed to open and close and flow like water.  They seemed to have no combined plan whatever.  There were spears flew about me, I was grazed over the ear by one.  I was stabbed once in the arm and once in the cheek, but I only found that out afterwards, when the blood had had time to run and cool and feel wet.

What Cavor did I do not know.  For a space it seemed that this fighting had lasted for an age, and must needs go on for ever.  Then suddenly it was all over, and there was nothing to be seen but the backs of heads bobbing up and down as their owners ran in all directions....  I seemed altogether unhurt.  I ran forward some paces, shouting, then turned about.  I was amazed.