I'm sort of hampered for elbow room."
"Still, it isn't as crowded as when we all got in the cylinder
and were shot up from the center of the earth on the geyser,"
commented Jack.
"That's right," came from Mark.
Professor Henderson, having finished his meal, went to the pilot
house to relieve Mr. Roumann.
The latter paid a visit to the engine-room before sitting down.
"Is everything all right?" asked Jack.
"The motor is working like a charm," was the reply. "I shall
soon expect you boys to take your turn at guiding the projectile
through space."
"I want to wait until we get into the ether," said Jack. "We'll
go faster then. It's something wonderful to steer a machine
going a hundred miles a second."
"I should say so; six thousand miles a minute," observed Mark.
"The fastest automobile would seem like a snail compared to it."
"Yes, and we are going faster than some stars," added Mr.
Roumann.
"But there isn't anything to see," objected Andy. "Now, I like
scenery when I travel."
"Well, it's something to always be in sight of the sun," put in
Mark.
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