"
He looked at the old hunter and nodded. Andy understood, and,
taking his gun from a corner, slipped out of a side door, making
no more noise than a cat.
The others, left in the living-room, waited in silence. They
could hear the stealthy footsteps, which, however, seemed now to
be moving away.
"I wonder who or what it can be?" murmured the professor. "This
is the second time some one has been sneaking around here. I
don't like it."
"It does look suspicious," admitted Jack. "Do you suppose the
man you spoke of, Mr. Roumann, who you thought might try to
discover your secret, has traced you here, and is endeavoring to
steal it?"
"No, I hardly think so. I took good care to conceal my
movements, and not even my closest friends know that I am here
with Professor Henderson, making a projectile, the trip of which
will astonish the world. No, I think this must be some other
person."
"It's a pusson after mah chickens!" insisted Washington. "If
yo'll allow me, perfesser, t' project mahself inter de promixity
of his inner consciousness--"
"No, you just stay here," decided Mr.
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