UUUUULAAAAAAAAAAH!
The steamer began to move slowly away, but on the landward horizon appeared the sillouhette of a Fighting Machine. Another came, and another, striding over hills and trees, plunging far out to sea and blocking the exit of the steamer. Between them lay the silent, grey ironclad Thunder Child. Slowly it moved toward shore, then with a great roar and woosh of spray it swung about and drove directly at full speed towards the waiting Martians.
The Martians released their black smoke but the ship sped on, cutting down one of the tripod figures. Instantly, the others raised their heat rays and melted the Thunder Child's valiant heart.
When the smoke cleared the little steamer had reached the misty horizon, and Carrie was safe. But the Thunder Child had vanished forever, taking with her Man's last hope of victory. The leaden sky was lit with green flashes - cylinder following cylinder -and no-one and nothing was left now to fight them. The Earth belinged to the Martians.
ULAH!
ULAH!
ULAH!