As the shock came, Redgrave put his arm round Zaidie's waist and held her close to him, otherwise she would have been flung against the forward wall of the conning-tower.
[Illustration: _It took the strange-winged craft amidships._] The Martian vessel stopped and bent up.

They saw human figures more than half as large again as men inside her staring at them through the windows in the sides.

There were others at the breaches of the guns in the act of turning the muzzles on the _Astronef_; but this was only a momentary glimpse, for in a second the _Astronef's_ spur had pierced her, the Martian air-ship broke in twain, and her two halves plunged downwards through the rosy clouds.
"Keep her at full speed, Andrew," said Redgrave down the speaking-tube, "and stand by to jump if we want to." "All ready, my Lord!" came back up the tube.
The old Yorkshireman during the last few minutes had undergone a transformation which he himself hardly understood.

He recognised that there was a fight going on, that it was a case of "burn, sink and destroy," and the thousand-year-old Berserker awoke in him just, as a matter of fact, it had done in his lordship.
"They can pick up the pieces down there, what there is left of them," said Redgrave, still holding Zaidie tight to his side with one hand and working the wheel with the other, "and now we'll teach them another lesson." "What are you going to do, dear ?" she said, looking up at him with somewhat frightened eyes.
"You'll see in a moment," he said, between his shut teeth.

"I don't care whether these Martians are degenerate human beings or only animals; but from my point of view the reception they have given us justifies any kind of retaliation.