Withthefirsthefoundthewreckageofanaeronauttoo。
Themachinehadevidentlydroppedverticallyandwasbadlyknockedaboutamidstalotofsmashedbranchesinaclumpoftrees。Itsbentandbrokenwingsandshatteredstayssprawledamidstnewsplinteredwood，anditsforepeakstuckintotheground。Theaeronautdangledweirdlyheaddownwardamongtheleavesandbranchessomeyardsaway，andBertonlydiscoveredhimasheturnedfromtheaeroplane。Intheduskyeveninglightandstillness——forthesunhadgonenowandthewindhadaltogetherfallen—thisinvertedyellowfacewasanythingbutatranquilisingobjecttodiscoversuddenlyacoupleofyardsaway。Abrokenbranchhadruncleanthroughtheman’sthorax，andhehung，sostabbed，lookinglimpandabsurd。Inhishandhestillclutched，withthegripofdeath，ashortlightrifle。
ForsometimeBertstoodverystill，inspectingthisthing。
Thenhebegantowalkawayfromit，lookingconstantlybackatit。
Presentlyinanopengladehecametoastop。