“I haven’t tied you,” he answered. “It’s the Selenites.”
The Selenites! My mind hung on that for a space. Then my memories came back to me: the snowy desolation, the thawing of the air, the growth of the plants, our strange hopping and crawling among the rocks and vegetation of the crater. All the distress of our frantic search for the sphere returned to me.... Finally the opening of the great lid that covered the pit!
Then as I strained to trace our later movements down to our present plight, the pain in my head became intolerable. I came to an insurmountable barrier, an obstinate blank.
“Cavor!”
“Yes?”
“Where are we?”
“How should I know?”
“Are we dead?”
“What nonsense!”
“They’ve got us, then!”