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Washington laid down the hammer he had come in to borrow to fix

the chicken coop. He looked around on the circle of smiling

faces.

 

“I—I ‘spects I’d bettah be lookin’ fo’ annudder place,

perfesser,” he said quietly.

 

“Why, you aren’t afraid to go to Mars, when you went with us in

the Flying Mermaid down into the earth, are you?” asked Jack.

 

“‘Scuse me, Massa Jack,” said the colored man solemnly, “dis trip

am wuss dan any ob de udders. It suah am. Good land a’ massy!

T’ t’ink ob being projected transmigatorially in de obverse

tangent ob de parallelism circumdelegated on de inverse side ob a

duodecimo. It’s too altogether imparipinated fo’ dis chile!

I’se afraid dat’s what I is! I’se too much afraid t’ go,” and

Washington started to run from the shop, as if he feared that the

big projectile would take after him.

CHAPTER XI

A STRANGE EXPLOSION

 

“Here, come back, Washington,” called Mr. Henderson.

 

“No, sah! I ain’t gwine t’ entrust mahself ‘n any sech t’ing as

dat!” cried Washington. “I ain’t gwine t’ be shot up froo de sky.

Why, good land a’ massy! ‘Sposin’ we was t’ hit a star, or land

on de moon? I’d look purty, wouldn’t I, hangin’ on one ob de

moon’s horns? How’s I eber gwinee git down? I axes yo’ dat.

How’s I gwine f git down?”

 

“Well,” said Professor Henderson with a laugh, “if you did get

caught on one of the horns of the moon, Washington, I guess it

would be a pretty hard matter to get down.”

 

“Dat’s what I done said,” insisted the colored man.

 

“You could slide down a moonbeam,” said Jack with a laugh.

 

“Yes, an’ mebby git hit by a comet or be kamked sensible by a

piece ob star,” objected Washington, as if Jack’s plan was a

feasible one. “No, sah, I ain’t gwine along nohow. Dis ole

earth am good enough fo’ me. I don’t want to die an’ go floatin’

through space. When I dies I wants t’ be buried decent-like. I

ain’t gwine wid yo’ at all.”

 

It began to look as if Washington’s revolt was a settled fact.

Yet they depended on him to go. However, Professor Henderson

solved the problem for him.

 

“Who will cook my meals for me, if you don’t go, Washington?” he

asked solemnly.

 

“Is you really goin’, perfesser?”

 

“I certainly am.”

 

“An’ yo’ t’ink it’s safe?”

 

“Yes, or I shouldn’t go. But I can’t have much comfort if I

don’t have my meals right, for I can’t cook very well, and as for

Jack and Mark—”

 

“Hu! Dem boys can’t cook wuff a cent. Is dey gwine t’ go

‘long?”

 

“We sure are,” answered Jack.

 

“Hu! Den I ‘spects I’se got t’ go,” said the colored man,

scratching his head in perplexity. “I can’t let de perfesser go

alone, wid nobody t’ do his cookin’ fer him. Well, I’ll go,

but—but I’se mighty skeered, jest de same.”

 

“You needn’t be, Washington,” said Mr. Henderson kindly. “We

will be perfectly safe in the Annihilator, and when we get to Mars

I am sure you will like it there.”

 

“I’ve got to, wedder I does or not,” said Washington simply.

“Well, t’ t’ink ob me seein’ dis work goin’ on, day after day,

an’ me nebber suspectin’ dat yo’ was goin’ on sech a transmigatory

flight in de direction ob an interplanetary sphere what transmits

effulgent rays transversely an’ pyritiferilously changes ‘em inter

crimson light most advantageously.”

 

“I guess you’re all right now, after getting that out of your

system,” observed Mark.

 

It was two days after this that Jack and Mark, who were working

in the shop with Mr. Roumann, suddenly heard him utter a cry.

 

“Has anything happened?” called Jack, dropping his tools and

hastening to the engine-room, where the scientist was.

 

“Yes!” cried the German.

 

“What?”

 

He was pacing rapidly up and down the contracted space, waving a

piece of metal above his head. Jack thought he might have hurt

himself.

 

“I have discovered what was the matter with my Etherium motor!”

exclaimed Mr. Roumann. “I didn’t bend this piece of metal

properly. That was why the machine did not work satisfactorily.

Now it is all right. We can start in a week.”

 

“That’s good!” said Mark, who had joined his chum. “Are you sure

it will work now, Mr. Roumann?”

 

“Quite sure. But we will have a test to make certain. Send

Professor Henderson here, Please.”

 

The other scientist came from the house, and the test was made.

To the delight of all the Etherium motor worked perfectly. The

slight adjustment of the piece of metal had been all that was

needed.

 

“Now we can get ready to leave in a week,” repeated the German

enthusiastically.

 

In fact, the projectile was finished, and all that was necessary

was to put in the stores and some supplies, turn on the power,

and they would be off through space.

 

The actual starting of the Annihilator was, of course, to be left

entirely to Mr. Roumann. He had not disclosed to his companions

the secret of the force that was to make it move, nor had he told

them how to work the Etherium and atmospheric motors. He would

start the machinery in operation, and he had promised to show the

professor and the boys how to control it, but the secret of the

wonderful power he kept to himself.

 

“I think we can let the two machinists go now,” said Mr. Henderson

at the conclusion of the tests. “We shall not need them any more if

we are almost ready to start.”

 

“No, we can dispense with their services,” agreed Mr. Roumann;

and, accordingly, Ned and Sam were paid off, and left, promising

to say nothing of the wonderful apparatus on which they had been

working.

 

The next week was a busy one. Mr. Roumann spent most of his time

in the engine-room, assembling the machinery of the two motors,

and arranging the connections between them and the pilot house in

the “nose” of the projectile. The strange gas had been forced in

between the two shells of the projectile, to absorb the heat that

would be generated by friction, and nearly all the stores had

been put aboard.

 

The electric guns were installed, ready to be run out of the

openings of the living-room to repel any attack of the Martians,

and then the ports were closed tightly.

 

Finishing touches were being put on the Annihilator, and Mr.

Henderson and his German friend were kept very busy. As for the

boys, they helped wherever they could, and did considerable work,

for they had been well trained by their guardian.

 

Andy remained on guard at the door with his gun. He said he was

going to take no more chances with the crazy machinist.

 

Nothing further had been seen or heard of the mysterious thief

who had stolen the plates, and it was supposed that he was unable

to make any use of them.

 

One afternoon, about three days before the time set to start for

Mars, Mr. Roumann was working alone in the machine shop. The

boys and Professor Henderson had done all there was for them to

do, and the Annihilator was practically finished.

 

“Are you going to take along any extra-sized bullets, Andy?”

asked Jack of the old hunter, who was on guard, as usual, at the

door.

 

“I don’t see why I should. I guess the regular ones will do when

I get to Mars.”

 

“I don’t know about that,” went on Jack. “We may find bigger

game than elephants or sea lions there.”

 

“If we do, I’ll use a new kind of explosive electric bullet Mr.

Roumann told me about,” declared Andy. “It has a charge of

electricity in it, and he says it will kill the biggest animal

that ever lived, with one shot.”

 

“Then you’re all right,” said Mark. “Well we’ll soon be on our

way now.”

 

“I suppose Washington will want to take some of his chickens

along?” ventured Jack.

 

“Well, I don’t see why he can’t,” said Andy. “They take pigeons up

in balloons, and I guess chickens would live in the Annihilator—at

least, until we ate them,”

 

They stood about the entrance to the machine shop, talking of

various topics, but they always came back to the subject of the

wonderful journey before them.

 

Suddenly Jack, who had strolled a little away from the door,

looked toward the rear of the big shed that housed the projectile,

and uttered a cry. Mark heard him, and ran to his chum’s side.

 

“Look!” exclaimed Jack, pointing to two men who were running away

from the shop. “Who are those men?”

 

“One is that crazy machinist!” cried Mark.

 

“And the other is the tramp we saw looking in the window that

night!” added Jack. “Come on! Let’s catch them! They may

have done some damage! Andy! Here! With your gun! Quick!”

 

The old hunter hastened to join the boys. He reached them in time

to see the two intruders making for the woods back of the shed.

 

“Hold on there!” cried Andy, quickly raising his gun and firing

over their heads.

 

But the men did not stop. Hardly had the echoes of Andy’s weapon

died away, than there sounded a loud explosion from the shop. A

cloud of smoke poured from the windows.

 

“They’ve blown up the projectile!” cried Mark. “Come on!”

 

They ran toward the place where the explosion had occurred. As

they neared the end of the shed Washington came running out. He

showed great fear.

 

“Come quick! Come quick!” he cried.

 

“What’s the matter?” shouted Jack.

 

“Somebody’s blowed de place up, an’ Mr. Roumann am killed!” was

the answer.

CHAPTER XII

THE ELECTRIC REMEDY

 

“Get Professor Henderson!” directed Jack, “Where is Mr. Roumann,

Washington?”

 

“In heah!” exclaimed the colored man, pointing to the shop. “He

am all blowed to pieces!”

 

Jack and Mark were terribly afraid. The smoke of the explosion

hung all about. They rushed through it, and into the shop. Part

of the side of the wooden building had been blown out.

 

“Where is he?” asked Mark. “I can’t see anything.”

 

“Over here,” called Jack, as he saw a huddled heap in one corner.

As the smoke cleared away he could see pieces of machinery

scattered all about.

 

“Is the projectile damaged?” asked Mark anxiously.

 

“Doesn’t seem to be—at least, on the outside,” answered Jack, as

he looked at the huge shape of the Annihilator looming up before

him. “But I’m afraid it’s all up with Mr. Roumann.”

 

He bent over the German scientist. The man seemed lifeless.

There was quite a cut on his head and his clothes were torn.

 

“He’s breathing a little!” cried jack. “We must get Professor

Henderson here. He’ll know what to do—if anything can be done

for him.”

 

“They must have exploded a bomb in here,” said Mark, as he looked

around at the ruin about, them.

 

“Something like that,” admitted jack. “Here, help me carry Mr.

Roumann out of the fumes,” for there was a choking smell in the

shop.

 

The two boys found it hard work to carry that limp form out, but

they managed it. Just as they got outside the shop they saw

Professor Henderson running toward them, followed by Washington

and Andy.

 

“What has happened?” asked the inventor, for he had not been able

to learn much from Washington’s excited account.

 

“I don’t know,”

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