plank across the bottomless pit for very long."
"No," said Cavor; "but thenTemplate:Longdash"
"I won't," I said.
He discovered a new line of possibilities. "Well, suppose we got ourselves into some corner, where we could defend ourselves against these hinds and labourers. If, for example, we could hold out for a week or so, it is probable that the news of our appearance would filter down to the more intelligent and populous partsTemplate:Longdash"
"If they exist."
"They must exist, or whence came those tremendous machines?"
"That's possible, but it's the worst of the two chances."
"We might write up inscriptions on walls—"
"How do we know their eyes would see the sort of marks we made?"
"If we cut themTemplate:Longdash"
"That's possible, of course."
I took up a new thread of thought. "After all," I said, "I suppose you don't think these Selenites so infinitely wiser than men."
"They must know a lot more—or at least a lot of different things."
"Yes, but—" I hesitated.