His eyes were
bright, however, in spite of his age.
"Andy Sudds!" exclaimed Jack. "I was wondering where you were."
"Well, snap my gunlock, if it isn't Jack Darrow!" exclaimed Andy.
"Any luck?" asked Mark, for he knew the old man must have been
hunting.
"And Mark, too!" went on the old hunter. "Well, this is a
surprise. No, I didn't have any luck--that is, what you could
call luck. There's been a weasel carrying off our chickens and
killing them, and I went out to shoot it."
"Did you cotch it, Mistah Sudds?" asked Washington anxiously.
"I didn't 'cotch' it," answered Andy with a grin. "I killed it.
I guess the chickens will be safe now, Wash. But I'm hungry.
I've been hiding out there by the chicken coop all the afternoon.
But what brings you boys back from college?"
"We came home because we are going to take a trip to Mars,"
explained Jack.
"Mars! Mars! Good land! Where'll you folks go next?" exclaimed
Andy. "Wash, pass me some of that cold ham."
"You said you would tell us now how we were to get there, Mr.
Roumann," said Jack, who was anxious, as was Mark, to hear the
particulars.
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