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"How fast do you think it ought to send us along?" asked Jack. "Oh, perhaps one hundred and twenty-five miles a second. You know we went a hundred miles a second when we headed for Mars. I would not be surprised if we made even one hundred and thirty miles a second with the Cardite." "Whew! If we ever hit anything going like that!" exclaimed old Andy Sudds.
"I guess so," responded Andy Sudds, who had his gun with him. "I hope I see some game. I haven't had a shot in a long while." "You're not likely to up here," spoke Mr. Henderson. "Game is scarce on the moon, unless it's some of that green cheese Washington talked about." They entered the air lock and fastened the door behind them.
Andy Sudds, the old hunter, had also been induced to accompany the professor. "I hunted game up north and in the air," said Andy, "and if there's a chance to shoot something under the water I'm the one to do it."
This altercation had lasted for some time, when, in the third year of Darling's administration, a very small event was sufficient to set the whole colony in an uproar. A dissipated soldier named Sudds persuaded his companion, Thompson, that their prospects were not hopeful so long as they remained soldiers; but that, if they became convicts, they had a fair chance of growing rich and prosperous.
They noticed an elderly man approaching with a gun on his shoulder. On one arm he carried a game bag. "Guess Andy got something for dinner," remarked Jack. "I hopes so, honey," put in Washington. "I'se got a sort of gone feelin' in my stomach!" "Any luck, Andy?" called Mark, when he came within hailing distance. "Fine," replied Andy Sudds. "Rabbits and quail. We'll have a good dinner to-morrow."
My experiments have made me hopeful." "And if it does work, when can we start?" asked Jack. "Two days later; that is, if everything else is in readiness, the food and other, supplies on board." "They are all ready to be stowed away," said Andy Sudds, who had been hunting all day.
He took a pencil one day at the noon hour and made a sketch of Harry Fornes, the blacksmith, his arm upraised at the anvil, his helper, Jimmy Sudds, standing behind him, the fire glowing in the forge. Fornes, who was standing beside him, looking over his shoulder, could scarcely believe his eyes.
The same, at times, applied to the Gov'nor. He said nothing so convincingly that always it was received with the closest attention. Now, as Sudds stood up, large, grave and impressive, he looked like a Roman Senator about to address a gathering in the Forum.
"I wonder what we'll get to eat when we get up above?" asked Jack, taking advantage of a lull during the meal, when Washington was in the kitchen, for it had been agreed that nothing was yet to be said to the colored man as to their destination, though Andy Sudds knew of their plans. But Andy could be depended on not to talk too much. "Eat?" repeated the professor.
I tole youse disher was de end ob de worl'." But Jack, followed by the old hunter, sprang to the opening. How light they were upon their feet! The experience of moving shot this surprising thought through Jack Darrow's mind: "I'm as light as a feather. I have lost half my weight, I declare I How can that be possible?" Andy Sudds was evidently disturbed by the same thought.
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