They are stepping almost three thousand years back into the remotest antiquity.

“[…] Captain Markam had been found lying half-insensible, gagged and bound, on the floor of the sitting-room, his hands and feet tightly pinioned, and a woollen comforter wound closely round his mouth and neck; whilst Mrs. Markham's jewel-case, containing valuable jewellery and the secret plans of Port Arthur, had disappeared. […]”

Music brought up our rear: the chanting of the old doctor, the clap and echoing after-clap of his rhythm sticks as he shuffled out of his sorry camp.

The iudges which thereto ſelected were, / Into the Martian field adowne deſcended, / To deeme this doutfull caſe, for which they all contended.