I can
scarcely wait until I get to that wonderful planet, thirty-five
millions of miles away, where I hope to get possession of a most
wonderful substance. Once we are on Mars--"
"'Scuse me, Mistah Roumann," interrupted Washington White, who
happened to be in the machine shop at that moment, and overheard
what the scientist said, "'scuse me, but did I done heah yo'
promulgate de ostentatious fact dat yo' is gwine to de planet
Mars?"
"That's where we're going, Wash," replied Jack, for it had been
decided that the colored man could now be told of their
destination.
"Yo' means dat red star what shines in de sky?"
"That's the one, Washington."
"An' how far did yo' say it was from heah?" was the question
directed at Mr. Henderson.
"Well, it's about thirty-five millions of miles from the earth."
"And is yo' all goin'?"
"Yes, we expect to."
"Is dis heah contraption yo' done been buildin'?"
"Yes."
"And is I gwine, too, perfesser?"
"I calculated on taking you, Washington. You went north and
south with me, and down into the center of the earth.
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