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Updated: June 18, 2025
There stood the Humming-Bird, with Mr. Jackson, Mr. Damon and Eradicate working over her, to get her in perfect trim for the race before her a race with death. Fortunately there was little to be done to get the speedy craft ready. Tom had accomplished most of what was necessary, while waiting for word from Dr. Hendrix.
Tom, noting the barograph, and seeing that they were twenty-two hundred feet high, decided to keep at about that distance from the earth. "How fast are we going?" cried Dr. Hendrix, into the ear of the young inventor. "Just a little short of a hundred an hour!" Tom shouted back. "We'll hit a hundred and five before long."
He never could do it by driving or by coming on some other road, or in an auto. He can't make the proper connections. There is no way." "Yes, there is!" cried Tom, suddenly. "I know a way!" "How?" asked Dr. Gladby, thrilled by Tom's ringing tones. "How can you do it, Tom?" "I'll go for Dr. Hendrix in my Humming-Bird." "Going for him would do no good. He must be brought here."
Murder of Hendrix had been a blunder when he'd thought it wasn't working properly. "What about Sam?" I asked. "Blackmail. He was too smart. He'd been sure Grundy was smuggling the stuff, and raking off from him. He didn't care who killed Hendrix as much as how much Grundy would pay to keep his mouth shut with murder around, he figured Grundy'd get rattled.
Garret Jackson, your engineer, can send them, and you can pick them up in mid-air if need be." "So I can!" cried Tom. "I will go to the meet. I'll take the Humming-Bird apart at once, and ship it to Eagle Park. Unless Dr. Hendrix wants to go back in it," he added as an after thought. "No," spoke Dr. Gladby, "Dr. Hendrix is going to remain here for a few days, in case of an emergency.
After word got around about Hendrix, we didn't try to conceal much. It might have happened when someone else was watching, too. The important thing, gentlemen, is that now we don't have reserve enough to carry us to Saturn. The plants remaining can't handle the air for all of us. And while we ship some reserve oxygen...." He let it die in a distasteful shrug. "At least this settles one thing.
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