"What do you suppose he did it for?" asked Mark, when they were
again gathered in the dining-room, examining the strange message.
"He wanted to scare us," suggested Jack.
"No, I really think he means to do us an injury," said Mr.
Roumann. "He has some fancied grievance against us, or he is
being used as a tool by Zeb Forker. Perhaps the man who stole
the plates was with him, and he hoped to get some more during the
confusion. I think we had better take a look at the machine
shop."
They acted on this suggestion, but an examination there showed
that nothing had been disturbed. No one had been in the place.
"I'm going to sleep here to-night," said German scientist. "I'm
not going to take chances at the last moment. I'll stay here."
"So will I," decided Andy, and with his gun he mounted guard
outside, while Mr. Roumann made up a bed in the projectile. They
were not disturbed, however, any more that night.
"Now for Mars!" cried Jack, as the sun rose the next morning, and
he jumped out of bed. "Hurry up, Mark! One would think you
didn't care about going!"
"Well, I guess I do, but I don't see what good it does to get up
so early.
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