Mars is covered with
them, astronomers say."
"Maybe the Martians won't let you."
"Maybe not. I wish we could start to-morrow."
"Well, we can't. The Annihilator isn't near done. We will be at
her for two weeks yet."
The boys were busy for some time fitting up the living-room.
They were in the midst of this occupation, and were conversing
about the strange experiences in store for them, when Jack was
startled by hearing a strange voice say:
"Say, don't you want some help building this airship?"
He looked up, to see a man standing near one of the entrances to
the projectile--an entrance that would be closed when the
Annihilator was finished. The man was a stranger, and from his
appearance Jack judged that he was a mechanic.
"How'd you get in here?" asked Mark, for he knew it was against
the rules for any stranger to enter the machine shop, much less
approach the projectile.
"I walked," replied the man. "I saw the door open, and I heard
hammering going on in here. I knew it was a machine shop, and as
I'm a first class machinist, out of work, I thought I'd apply for
the job.
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