Come up into the conning-tower, and I'll relieve Murgatroyd, so that he can go and look after his engines.

We shall have to give these gentlemen a lesson in flying.

Meanwhile, in case of accidents, we may as well make ourselves as invulnerable as possible." A few minutes later they were in the conning-tower again, watching the approach of the Martian fleet through the thick windows of toughened glass which enabled them to look in every direction except straight down.

The steel coverings had been drawn down over the glass dome of the deck-chamber, and Murgatroyd had gone down to the engine-room.

Fifty feet ahead of them stretched out the long, shining spur, of which ten feet were solid steel, a ram which no floating structure built by human hands could have resisted.
Redgrave was standing with his hand on the steering-wheel, looking more serious than he had done so far during the voyage.