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Resurrection.
We reached the sepulchre without stopping to look at the parked machines or even the marvelous statue that stood above it, for what did we care about machines or statues now?
As we approached we were astonished to hear low and cavernous growlings.
"There is some wild beast in there," said Bickley, halting.

"No, by George! it's Tommy.

What can the dog be after ?" We peeped in, and there sure enough was Tommy lying on the top of the Glittering Lady's coffin and growling his very best with the hair standing up upon his back.

When he saw who it was, however, he jumped off and frisked round, licking my hand.
"That's very strange," I exclaimed.
"Not stranger than everything else," said Bickley.
"What are you going to do ?" I asked.
"Open these coffins," he answered, "beginning with that of the old god, since I would rather experiment on him.