"Is you really goin', perfesser?"
"I certainly am."
"An' yo' t'ink it's safe?"
"Yes, or I shouldn't go. But I can't have much comfort if I
don't have my meals right, for I can't cook very well, and as for
Jack and Mark--"
"Hu! Dem boys can't cook wuff a cent. Is dey gwine t' go
'long?"
"We sure are," answered Jack.
"Hu! Den I 'spects I'se got t' go," said the colored man,
scratching his head in perplexity. "I can't let de perfesser go
alone, wid nobody t' do his cookin' fer him. Well, I'll go,
but--but I'se mighty skeered, jest de same."
"You needn't be, Washington," said Mr. Henderson kindly. "We
will be perfectly safe in the Annihilator, and when we get to Mars
I am sure you will like it there."
"I've got to, wedder I does or not," said Washington simply.
"Well, t' t'ink ob me seein' dis work goin' on, day after day,
an' me nebber suspectin' dat yo' was goin' on sech a transmigatory
flight in de direction ob an interplanetary sphere what transmits
effulgent rays transversely an' pyritiferilously changes 'em inter
crimson light most advantageously.
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