"
"Good land a' massy! Don't say dat!" cried Washington, who was
setting the table for dinner.
"Why not? It's a fact," declared Mark.
"I knows it is, but don't keep dwellin' on it. Jest s'posin' we
should fall. Mah gracious! Sebenteen million miles! Why, dat's
a terrible ways to drop--it suah am!"
"You're right," assented Jack. "But hurry up dinner, Washington.
I'm hungry."
The two boys were in the midst of the meal when they felt a
curious sensation. Jack jumped up from the table.
"Do you notice anything queer?" he asked Mark.
"Yes. It seems as if we were falling down!"
"Exactly what I thought. I wonder if anything could have
happened?"
The Annihilator was certainly falling through space, and no
longer shooting forward. This was evident, as the motion was
slower than when the projectile was urged on by the mysterious
force.
"Let's go tell Mr. Roumann and Professor Henderson," suggested
Mark.
They started toward the pilot house, but met the two scientists
rushing back toward the engine-room.
"Has anything happened?" asked Jack.
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