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He pressed a lever, turned a wheel, and then exclaimed: "The Etherium motor has stopped working 'again! I wonder if the maniac is loose!" "We'll see!" cried Jack, as he and Mark hurried toward the engine-room. They found Mr. Roumann there. "The motor has stopped!" exclaimed Jack. "I know it." "Has there been an accident?" "No." "What's the matter, then?"
Roumann. "We shall go to Mars! I say it! I who know! I who hold the secret of the wonderful power that will take us there, and, what is more, bring us back! I say it! We shall go!" "Impossible!" said the professor again, shaking his head. "Don't say that word!" implored Mr. Roumann. "I will prove to you that we shall go." "Go to Mars!" exclaimed Mark.
"I guess he's gone for reinforcements," said Jack. "No matter," spoke Mr. Roumann. "We'll soon have all we can carry, and then we'll hurry back to the projectile. When we get there we can defy them." They continued to fill the boxes with the Cardite, and soon had a good supply.
With it they accomplished much that the world-dwellers have to bring about by great labor. By inquiry, after they had learned the language, the travelers found out that Cardite was regarded with much reverence, and there was a tradition that if any of it was taken away from Mars, the planet would disappear. "No wonder they didn't want us to get any," said Mr. Roumann.
The Shanghai rooster crowed. "We're on the moon at last!" cried jack, peering from an observation window at the rugged surface outside. "Yes; and now to see what it's like," added Mark. "We'll go outside, and " "Wait," cautioned Professor Roumann. "First we must see if we can breathe on the moon, and whether the temperature will support life.
The man was huddled up, with the knees drawn toward the stomach and the arms bent around the body, as if the man had died in agony. The features were scarcely distinguishable. "That man was never an inhabitant of Mars," spoke Professor Henderson, in a low voice. "He is much too large, and he has none of the characteristics of the Martians." "I agree with you," came from Mr. Roumann.
There was a trembling to the great projectile. "She's moving!" cried Jack. Hardly had he spoken when there was a flash of red fire, a sound as of a bursting bomb, and everyone was knocked from his feet, over backward, while Professor Roumann was hurled the entire length of the engine room. "The Cardite motor has exploded!" cried Mark. "Professor Roumann is killed!"
"Yes, and I'll tell Professor Roumann that we're about to start. All ready for the moon trip!" Jack was pulling the steel portal toward him. An eager face, peering from a port, waited anxiously for the tremor which would indicate that the projectile had left the earth. In another moment they would be off. But what was that sound coming from down the highway.
Come quick!" he cried. "What's the matter?" shouted Jack. "Somebody's blowed de place up, an' Mr. Roumann am killed!" was the answer. "Get Professor Henderson!" directed Jack, "Where is Mr. Roumann, Washington?" "In heah!" exclaimed the colored man, pointing to the shop. "He am all blowed to pieces!" Jack and Mark were terribly afraid. The smoke of the explosion hung all about.
"I saw him for only a second. But the man was looking right in." "Did he have a heavy black mustache?" asked the German, and strode rapidly toward the window. "No, he didn't have a mustache at all," said Jack. "He was smooth-shaven. I'm sure of that." "Then it can't be he," murmured Mr. Roumann. "Who did you think it was?" asked Professor Henderson.
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