"Yes. The rest?"
"All but Mr. Chitterwick. He broke his glasses and says he can't see."
Captain Webber swung himself erect and tested his limbs. "Well then, Lieutenant, has the atmosphere been checked?"
"The air is pure and fit to breathe, sir."
"Instruct the others to drop the ladder."
"Yes sir."
A door in the side of the rocket opened laboriously and men began climbing out: "Look!" said Mr. Milton, pointing. "There are trees and grass and—over there, little bridges going over the water."
He pointed to a row of small white houses with green gardens and stony paths.
Beyond the trees was a brick lodge, extended over a rivulet which foamed and bubbled. Fishing poles protruded from the lodge window.
"And there, to the right!"