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Updated: June 19, 2025
"How soon before we will be ready to start?" asked Jack one day, while he and his chum, with the two professors, were working over the projectile, which was soon to be shot through space. "In about two weeks," replied Mr. Roumann. "I want to make a few changes in the Cardite plates, which will replace the ones used on the Etherium motor.
And, with a contented smile on his face, Washington went into the projectile, to finish stowing things away in his kitchen lockers. The big projectile was housed in the shed where it had been constructed, and the professor and the boys were working over it there, carefully guarded from curious eyes, for the German inventor did not want the secret of his Cardite motor to become known.
The two scientists, followed by the boys, hurried to where the various pieces of apparatus were sending the projectile forward through space. Already there was an appreciable slackening of speed. "The Cardite motor has stopped!" cried Mr. Roumann. "Something has happened to it!" "Can it be the result of the damage which that lunatic did?" asked Mr. Henderson. "Perhaps," spoke Jack.
"I hope they did not discover the secret of my Cardite motor," said Professor Roumann quickly. "They hardly had time," declared Mark. "We have been in or around the projectile nearly every minute of the day, and whoever it was, must have watched his chance, slipped in, stayed a few seconds, and then slipped out again."
"It will soon be dark." "Darkness will make no difference to us," announced Professor Roumann. "Our Cardite motor will soon take us out of the shadow of the earth, and we will be in perpetual sunshine until we reach the moon. As we are all ready, we might as well start now."
Crowds in the street kept following us, and they haven't done that since we first landed." "Yes," added Mark, "and I think I saw that same man who watched us taking the Cardite with a lot of other officers, following us, too. And, besides, no persons here seem as friendly as they used to. Did they, Jack?" "No, indeed.
"But I want to make a few improvements in the Cardite motor, which I will use in place of the Etherium one, that took us to Mars." A little later there came a knock on the rear door of the rambling old house where the professor lived and did much of his experimental work.
Accordingly the Cardite motor was slowed down, and the projectile shot through space at slightly reduced speed, while the two scientists made several observations, and did some intricate calculating about ether pressure, the distance of heavenly bodies and other matters of interest only to themselves.
The work went on from day to day, good progress being made. The boys were of great assistance, for they were practical mechanics, and had had considerable experience. "Well, I shall try the Cardite motor to-morrow," announced Professor Roumann one night, after a hard day's work on the projectile. "Do you think it will work?" asked Mr. Henderson. "I think so, yes.
And when the bandaged figure did speak, it was in mumbling tones, very different from Mark's usually cheerful ones. "Well," remarked Professor Roumann, after a final inspection of the big Cardite motor the one that was to be depended on to carry them to the moon "I think we are about ready to leave this earth. How about it, Professor Henderson?" "Yes, I think so.
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