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They met with no mishaps, though they narrowly escaped collision with a great meteorite that was rushing through space, white hot. "Well, in a few days we will be at home," remarked Mr. Roumann one night, as he set the atmospheric motor in operation. "And I must say I have greatly enjoyed the trip." "So have I," admitted Jack, and Mark agreed with him.
We are now approaching only from the force of the attraction of gravitation, and that, I find, is much less than on our earth. At the proper time I will reverse the motor, to make our landing easy." The indicators showed that the Annihilator was now traveling along at about the rate of a fast automobile. "We're almost there!" cried Mark. Mr. Roumann adjusted the machinery.
They came to a narrow strip of land connecting two lakes, and as they were crossing it, there suddenly appeared from a little hut, about half way over, several Martians, who opposed their progress. "Well, I wonder if we can't go any farther?" asked Mr. Roumann, as he and his companions came to a halt, and noticed that the little men held what looked like small sticks in their hands.
This done, Silex Corundum made another address, and at its close a great blackboard was brought forward, some pieces of chalk were handed to Mr. Roumann and to Professor Henderson, and by signs they were invited to illustrate something of themselves and their wonderful journey. "What shall we draw?" asked Mr. Henderson.
"There's a bad break," said Jack ruefully. "A bad break! I should say there was," remarked the scientist. "I think we'll have to lay up for repairs." And he called Mr. Roumann. Notwithstanding that they were somewhat accustomed to having accidents happen, it was not with the most pleasant feelings in the world that the moon travellers contemplated this one.
Before the first year of their college course was completed, however, Professor Henderson, in partnership with a brother scientist, Professor Santell Roumann, projected and carried through a marvelous campaign with the aid of Jack and Mark, which is narrated in our fourth volume, entitled, "Through Space to Mars."
Roumann, when he had taken his seat at a small table and spread out his plans in front of him, "I am only going to sketch briefly, for you and your young assistants, what I propose. As I have said, we will need a projectile, two hundred feet long and about ten feet through in the thickest part.
They were stuck there like flies on the wall. "Maybe they are going to keep us here forever!" cried old Andy, while Washington was too frightened to use any big words. Mr. Roumann was near some levers. He managed to pull one, and instantly those in the projectile felt themselves free. "How did you do that?" asked Mr. Henderson. "I neutralized the electric current," explained the German.
"Dat's what I said all along," remarked Washington White, as he went back to his kitchen. "All a comet is good fer is t' bring bad luck. Look at mah ten dollars. I wish we'd batted dis one inter pieces!" They were hardly able to realize their escape. That is, all but Washington. He took it as a matter of course. "How did it come about?" asked Jack. "It's hard to say," replied Mr. Roumann.
They approached the hills, which seemed to rise out of a great lake. "There is where the treasure is in those hills," said Mr. Roumann. "They're not more than a mile off. Let's hurry there and get some."
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