The words were hardly out of his mouth before Zaidie, who still had her glasses to her eyes, and was looking down towards the great city whose glazed roofs were flashing with a thousand tints in the pale crimson sunlight, said with a little tremor in her voice: "Look, Lenox, down there--don't you see something coming up?
That little black thing.

Just look how fast it's coming up; it's quite distinct already.

It's a sort of flying-ship, only it has wings and, I think, masts too.

Yes, I can see three masts, and there's something glittering on the tops of them.

I wonder if they're coming to pay us a polite morning call, or whether they're going to treat us like trespassers in their atmosphere." "There's no telling, but those things on the top of the masts look like revolving helices," replied Redgrave, after a long look through his telescope.