Roumann was working alone in the machine shop. The
boys and Professor Henderson had done all there was for them to
do, and the Annihilator was practically finished.
"Are you going to take along any extra-sized bullets, Andy?"
asked Jack of the old hunter, who was on guard, as usual, at the
door.
"I don't see why I should. I guess the regular ones will do when
I get to Mars."
"I don't know about that," went on Jack. "We may find bigger
game than elephants or sea lions there."
"If we do, I'll use a new kind of explosive electric bullet Mr.
Roumann told me about," declared Andy. "It has a charge of
electricity in it, and he says it will kill the biggest animal
that ever lived, with one shot."
"Then you're all right," said Mark. "Well we'll soon be on our
way now."
"I suppose Washington will want to take some of his chickens
along?" ventured Jack.
"Well, I don't see why he can't," said Andy. "They take pigeons up
in balloons, and I guess chickens would live in the Annihilator--at
least, until we ate them,"
They stood about the entrance to the machine shop, talking of
various topics, but they always came back to the subject of the
wonderful journey before them.
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