"He wanted you, and spoke English of a sort, so there was something human about him, but anyhow he's better dead.

Here, Andrew, open that door again and help me to heave this thing overboard.

Then I think we'd better be off before we have the rest of the fleet with their poison guns round us.
Zaidie, I think you'd better go to your room for the present.

Take a nip of cognac and then lie down, and mind you keep the door tight shut.
There's no telling what these animals might do if they had a chance, and just now it's my business and Andrew's to see that they don't." Though she would much rather have remained on deck to see anything more that might happen, she saw that he was really in earnest, and so like a wise wife who commands by obeying, she obeyed, and went below.
Then the dead body of the Martian was tumbled out of the side door.

The windows through which the guns had been fired were hermetically closed, and a few minutes later the _Astronef_ vanished from the surface of Mars, to remain a memory and a marvel to the dwindling generations of the worn-out world which is as this may be in the far-off days that are to come..