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We're going to bump hard in a minute!" The aged professor and Andy Sudds showed no perturbation. Jack and Mark had been through so many wonderful experiences with the professor, Andy, and the negro, that they were not likely to be panic-stricken. Yet all realized that death was imminent. The finger on the dial showed a hundred feet from earth, and still they descended. Fifty feet!
But Andy Sudds began firing his magazine rifle as fast as he could sight her and pull the trigger, and Roebach followed his example. This volley drove all the Indians to cover and doubtless saved the strangely reckless negro's life.
Washington opened the door of the cabin, and in came two men, who seemed much amused over something. "What can I do for you?" asked the professor, in rather a sharp voice. "He don't know us either, Tom," remarked the taller of the two. "If it ain't Bill Jones and Tom Smith!" exclaimed Andy Sudds. "Wa'al I'll be horn swoggled. Where'd ye come from?" "Right from the farm," replied Bill.
"We have built several things in the shop here, and no one ever knew about them until we were ready to have them start off." "We'll tell Andy Sudds to keep on guard with his rifle," suggested Mark. "That will prevent curious persons coming too close." "That will be a good idea," declared Mr. Roumann. "You need have no fear of anything being discovered," put in Mr.
"I think we're in bad," returned his chum, gripping his rifle nervously. "Quite remarkable! quite remarkable!" repeated Professor Henderson. "Back to that bunch o' rocks!" shouted Andy Sudds, who had taken in the strategic advantages of a position they had just passed, at a glance. All saw the wisdom of the old hunter's suggestion. They hurried to the group of boulders.
The World's Greatest Prestidigitator had dropped the egg which he intended taking from the ear of Governor Sudds where it had broken into the ample lap of Mrs. Vernon Wentz of the White Hand Laundry. The cold, however, promptly put a quietus upon their merriment and they scuttled past, bent on getting out of it as quickly as possible. There were two customers for cigars, and the Toomeys.
Washington White was kept busy getting together the food for the voyage, and he had about completed his task, while Andy Sudds announced one morning that his department was ready for inspection, and that he thought he would go hunting until the projectile was ready to start.
The big propeller began to revolve. Swifter and swifter it went. The Monarch, which had risen several hundred feet, started forward at a swift pace. "We are off for the north pole!" shouted the inventor. "Hurrah! The ship works! I knew it would!" "Here!" roared Andy Sudds. "I don't want to go to the north pole. I want to hunt muskrats down by the creek."
With a scream of rage the eagle dashed herself directly into the face of Jack, strapped to the operator's seat. For once Andy Sudds had not his rifle at hand; and, the attack was so unexpected, it is doubtful if he could have come to the rescue in season. With beak and claws the bird endeavored to tear at the youth's face.
The applause was tumultuous when he had further elucidated and finished. To get something out of nothing made a strong appeal to Prouty. It was criminal for Sudds to waste his abilities in a small community. They wondered why he did it. Hiram Butefish, who succeeded the orator, felt a quite natural diffidence in giving to the Club his modest suggestion, but as he talked he warmed to his subject.
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