The
Etherium motor was almost finished, and the other, motor, which
was to drive the Annihilator through the earth's atmosphere, was
nearly ready to install. The steering apparatus necessitated
considerable labor, and when it was finished Amos Henderson
declared they had made a mistake, and would have to build it all
over again.
This lost them a week, and time was precious, as there was no
telling what the thief would do with the stolen plates.
"I tell you what, but we're going to have a better ship than any
of the others we built," remarked Jack one day, as he and Mark
were putting the finishing touches to the living-room.
"This isn't a ship," said Mark. "It's a projectile."
"I guess I can call it a ship if I want to," was the retort.
"It's going to sail through the air, and it's an airship, of
course. Wait until you see the one I'm going to build when I get
that new gas invented."
"I'll not go with you," said Mark. "There's too much danger of
being blown up."
"There won't be, after I have it perfected. But say, won't it be
fine when we're shooting through space to sit here in an easy
chair and read a book and eat sandwiches?"
"I guess you think as much of eating as you do of reading, Jack.
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