You see, I was making a new kind of gas, and Mark was
helping me. He was afraid the test tube would explode, so I
piled books around it, and--"
"And it did blow up!" cried Mark, still rubbing his head. "The
test tube, and the other tube, and the rubber hose, and the
bell-jar. I told you it would, Jack."
"Then you weren't disappointed," retorted Jack, this time with a
broad smile. "I don't like to disappoint people," he added.
"What kind of gas was it, Darrow?" asked Professor Lenton.
"Well, I hadn't exactly named it yet," answered the young
inventor. "I was going to show it to you, and see what you
thought of it. It's the kind you said I couldn't make."
"And did you make it?" asked the instructor grimly.
"Yes, sir--some."
"Where is it?"
"It's--er--well, you can smell it," replied Jack.
Sure enough, there was a strong, unpleasant odor in the
laboratory, but that was usual in the college where all sorts of
experiments were constantly going on.
"Hum--yes," admitted the professor. "I do perceive a new odor.
But I'm glad neither of you was hurt, and the damage doesn't seem
to be great.
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