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Chapter 17 — The Fight in the Cave of the Moon Butchers

           [2]Idonotrememberseeinganywoodenthingsonthemoon;doors,tables,everythingcorrespondingtoourterrestrialjoinerywasmadeofmetal,andIbelieveforthemostpartofgold,whichasametalwould,ofcourse,naturallyrecommenditself—otherthingsbeingequal—onaccountoftheeaseinworkingit,anditstoughnessanddurability.

           Welayforalongtimenotingallthesethingsinsilence.“Well?”saidCavoratlast.

           Icrouchedoverandturnedtohim.Ihadcomeuponabrilliantidea.“Unlesstheyloweredthosebodiesbyacrane,”Isaid,“wemustbenearerthesurfacethanIthought.”

           “Why?”

           “Themooncalfdoesn’thop,andithasn’tgotwings.”

           Hepeeredovertheedgeofthehollowagain.“Iwondernow—”hebegan.“Afterall,wehavenevergonefarfromthesurface—”

           Istoppedhimbyagriponhisarm.Ihadheardanoisefromthecleftbelowus!

           Wetwistedourselvesabout,andlayasstillasdeath,witheverysensealert.InalittlewhileIdidnotdoubtthatsomethingwasquietlyascendingthecleft.VeryslowlyandquitenoiselesslyIassuredmyselfofagoodgriponmychain,andwaitedforthatsomethingtoappear.

           “Justlookatthosechapswiththehatchetsagain,”Isaid.

           “They’reallright,”saidCavor.

           Itookasortofprovisionalaimatthegapinthegrating.IcouldhearnowquitedistinctlythesofttwitteringoftheascendingSelenites,thedaboftheirhandsagainsttherock,andthefallingofdustfromtheirgripsastheyclambered.

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