Jack saw no reason for concealing the danger from the cook.
"We're heading into a comet," he, said.
"What? One ob dem tings wid long, fiery tails, Massa Jack?"
The youth nodded.
"Am we gwine t' hit it?"
"I'm afraid so."
"Well, I hopes we does!" exclaimed Washington with great
earnestness. "I hopes we knocks it clean outen de universe,
dat's what I hopes."
"We're a great deal more likely to be knocked out ourselves,
Wash."
"No, sah! Don't yo' believe anyt'ing like dat!" exclaimed the
colored man. "I know dis airship. I helped build it, an' it's
de strongest one de perfesser eber made. A comet won't be one,
two, six wid it. We'll jest knock a piece of his tail off, at's
what we'll do. I don't laik comets. Dey allers brings bad luck.
Onct, when I was a young feller, I had a ten-dollar gold piece.
Dat same year a comet was observed, an' de fust t'ing I knowed
somebody done up an' stole mah ten-dollar gold piece. Comets
brings bad luck, an' I knows it; Golly! I want t' see one ob 'em
busted all t' pieces."
"I guess you don't appreciate the danger," said Jack gravely, as
he followed Professor Henderson back to the pilot room, where the
two scientists began to consult.
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