"And to think that in ten days we'll be on thirty-five millions
of miles away from the earth!" added Mark.
"It's a mighty long way," said Andy. "Mebby we'll never git
back."
"Oh, I guess we will," declared Jack "We got back all right
from--"
His words were interrupted by a breaking of glass. One of the
windows crashed in, and something came through it into the room.
It fell upon the floor--a square, black object.
"Dat's one ob dem bombs!" cried Washington. "Look out,
everybody! It'll go off!"
There was a scramble to get out of the room, Washington falling
down on the threshold. Jack, who was in a corner, behind some
chairs, found his way blocked. This gave him a chance to take a
little longer look at the object that had been thrown through the
window.
"That's not a bomb!" he cried. "It's something wrapped in black
paper."
The professor, Mark and Mr. Roumann stopped their hurried egress.
They came back and looked at the object. As Jack had said, it
was something tied up in black paper with pink string.
"It doesn't look like a bomb," observed Mark.
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