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"Something awful has happened," suggested Mark, his tone still worried. "We can be sure of that," Andy Sudds said. "What shall we do?" "Find that stuff we were carrying and get back to the professor with it," said Jack, briefly. "Here! I see the storage battery lamp or, one of them at least." Mark at the same time stooped to pick up two of the lost rods.
The worst thing one could wish you is to be yourselves, for there isn't one among you who has the qualities to lift him above his present level of mediocrity." A resentful movement to go was initiated by Gov'nor Sudds. "Wait a moment!" Kate raised her hand imperiously. "I presume you think you have your answer?" She shook her head slowly.
"One is dat old hunter as helped us before, Andy Sudds. He was goin' huntin' but he said he'd help take the roof off fer a dollar. De oder two is does farm hands, Tom Smith an' Bill Jones. Dey was goin' down to do post-office, but dey said dey'd help fer fifty cents apiece. All three is up on de roof now." "Good!" exclaimed the professor.
Eugene was himself intensely interested in the men. Harry Fornes and Jimmy Sudds attracted him especially. The former was an undersized American of distant Irish extraction who was so broad chested, swollen armed, square-jawed and generally self-reliant and forceful as to seem a minor Titan.
"And we didn't get even a slice of bear steak to pay us for it all!" groaned Jack. "Wrong," returned Andy Sudds, proudly, and he held up the two paws he had severed from the last brute. "Those will give us all a taste of fricassee and that same dish will be a welcome one, I declare."
Sudds looked chaste, if somewhat like a windmill in repose, in her bridal gown. Mrs. Neifkins, too, came up to expectations in her peach-blow satin. For a while the ladies of the receiving line found their position somewhat of a sinecure, for nobody knew what they were standing there for until Mrs. Rufus Webb, the wife of Prouty's new haberdasher, arrived. Mrs.
Sometimes they were accompanied by friends and assistants, while Washington White, a sort of servant, helper, and man-of-all-work, and Andy Sudds, an old hunter, always went with them. Mark and Jack were orphans, who had been adopted by Professor Henderson, who spent all his time making wonderful machines for transportation, or conducting strange experiments.
"I I thought maybe I was out of my head, and I only saw a vision," answered Jack. "You know a sort of mirage. It was real, then?" "Altogether too real," spoke Andy Sudds grimly. "They didn't see us nor hear us. We're left behind!" "But can't we do something?" demanded Mark. "Let's start off and try to catch them. They were going slow." "The wonder to me is how they moved at all," said Jack.
At that moment there sounded a violent pounding on the exterior of the projectile, and the voice of the colored man could be heard calling: "Am anything de mattah? Andy Sudds an' I is out heah, an' we heard suffin goin' on in dere. Am anybody hurted?"
If you are sure of your machine, I am sure of my catapult, and we will try the two contrivances together." In the morning all rose bright and early and prepared the Snowbird for her trial flight. Washington White had indeed disappeared possibly in search of his Shanghai rooster and Andy Sudds was off on a hunt. Therefore the professor and his two young comrades essayed the trip alone.
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