The Wabbly had paused only to create havoc, not to produce utter chaos.
But all of them had tried to get away when the Wabbly went lurching in among the houses.
They had twenty or thirty of them fixed by the time the noise of the Wabbly was very near.
There was the noise of felled trees, pushed down by the Wabbly in its progress.
The Wabbly was unbelievably impersonal and horrible in its progress.
As Sergeant Walpole saw the Wabbly, there was no sign of humanity anywhere about the thing.
The Wabbly clanked and rumbled and roared obliviously past them.
Off in the woods to their right the Wabbly's noise grew louder as they overtook it.
The Wabbly was moving across the ploughed fields with a deceptive smoothness.
Like a searchlight, the power-beam swept the earth before the Wabbly.