By: H.G. Wells

The rifleman stood up in his pitch-dark chamber…

By: J.D. Beresford

“’E’s got more sense than a ordinary child.”

By: H.G. Wells

For a moment it seemed splendid and then it seemed horrible.

By: J.D. Beresford

’E’ll be a bowler such as ’as never been.

By: H.G. Wells

“Lord! What things can happen in two hours.”

By: J.D. Beresford

“A very remarkable child, ma’am.”

By: H.G. Wells

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!” — drowned everything.

By: A. Merritt

“Kiss the bride, Doc!” cried the O’Keefe.

By: H.G. Wells

“They aren’t firing much, but every shot’s a hit.”

By: A. Merritt

Abruptly the tortured crystal chimings ceased.

By: H.G. Wells

“Whit, whit, whit,” sang something in the air.

By: A. Merritt

“Lugur is mine! None but me slays him!”

By: H.G. Wells

“Louts,” he whispered. “Cunning, elementary louts.”

By: A. Merritt

“Your Love; Your Lives; Your Souls!”

By: H.G. Wells

“What would you do if you were the enemy?”