Across the pit on its further lip, flat and vast and strange, lay the great flying- machine with which they had been experimenting upon our denser atmosphere when decay and death arrested them.
A multitude of dogs, I could hear, fought over the bodies that lay darkly in the depth of the pit, far below me.  Across the pit on its further lip, flat and vast and strange, lay the great flying- machine with which they had been experimenting upon our denser atmosphere when decay and death arrested them.  Death had come not a day too soon.