Mr. Bittering notices how the men both have yellow-golden eyes and are a little darker, taller, and thinner. Then one of the men gives him a mirror to see his own eyes, and he also has yellow-golden eyes.
“Sam, your eyes— Didn’t they used to be gray? Because now they’re kind of yellow-colored. And you’re taller and thinner—Sam, you shouldn’t have yellow eyes.
My eyes? They’re blue, of course.
Harry, what color eyes have you got?
Are you sure?
Mr. Bittering enters one of the mens workshops to start building a rocket to take him home, to Earth. But Cora, his wife calls him for dinner and he denies eating the Martian food grown there.
“It’s suppertime, Harry."
Your getting thinner and taller, Harry.
I won't touch it I’ll eat only food from our Deepfreeze. Food that came from Earth. Nothing from our garden.
And take the rest of the day of, It’s hot. The children want to swim in the canals and hike. Please come along. Just for an hour, A swim’ll do you good.
Cora is trying to get Mr. Bittering to relax in the water with his family and get his mind off the rocket and how Mars might be affecting them.
‘‘All right, all right. Leave me alone.I’ll come.
The Bitterings stare out at a Martian villa that they are thiking about staying at for the summer. Mr. Bittering doesn't want to stay there, because he wants to work on his rocket. That is up until he knows that everyone else is going to the villas for the summer.
They wanted to come along, too. And you can finish your rocket in the autumn anyway.
“Yes. Yes, in the autumn. I’ll begin work again then.”
The people from the rocket searched the hills, while the captain set up headquarters in an abandaned bar. Then a lieutenant came back to report on what had been seen.
Five years later...
“We won the war on Earth! We’re here to rescue you! Hey!”
In the end, the Bitterings never returned from the small town and became Martians.
“The town’s empty, but we found native life in the hills, sir. Dark people. Yellow eyes. Martians. Very friendly. We talked a bit, not much. They learn English fast.
“Lots to be done, Lieutenant. New settlements. The work, all the work.