"Isn't the year on Mars longer than the year on earth?" asked Jack
as he and Mark stood near the entrance to the pilot house,
interested in watching the various indicators record the speed
they acquired, the distance traveled, and the density the
atmosphere.
"Yes; it is about twice as long," answered Roumann. "But I shall
tell you more about Planet--"
"If you'll kindly promulgate yo'se'ves in dis disrection yo' will
find sufficient condiments an' disproportionate elements to
induciate a feelin' ob intense satisfactoriousness," exclaimed
Washington White, poking his head in from the sleeping room
compartment.
"That means dinner is ready," cried Jack. "That's the stuff!
Our first meal on the trip to Mars!"
CHAPTER XVI
THROUGH THE ETHER
"What's that, Washington?" asked Mark, as the colored cook put
something on the lad's plate. "It looks like chicken."
"It tastes like chicken," added Jack, after making a test.
"It am chicken," declared Washington. "I roasted some ob mah
fowls, an' put 'em in de cold storage room. I was purty suah dere
warn't any chickens on dat red planet where we're goin'.
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