"But where did
he come from?"
"I 'clar t' goodness I doan't know. All I knows is dat he jest
comed. One day he wasn't dere, and come next day he was."
"Does the professor know him?"
"Suah! He's a friend ob de perfesser," added Washington. "De
perfesser was pow'ful glade t' see him."
"'Then he must be some scientist," said Mark.
"Dat's it! He's chock full obscientistical bombasticness an'
labiodentalisms," said the colored man.
"I guess the professor wanted us to meet him and learn something
that we couldn't in college," spoke Mark. "Well, we'll soon be
there."
"Yes," assented Jack. "I want to find out what it's all about.
Santell Roumann--that's an odd name."
"An' he's a mighty odd man," supplemented Washington.
They reached the house a few minutes later, and went in the front
door. The sounds of two voices came from the library. One of
them was that of Professor Henderson. He was saying:
"I tell you it can't be done! It is utterly impossible! It is
madness to think of such a terrible trip!"
"And I tell you it can be done--it shall be done and you are the
very man to accomplish it," insisted the other.
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