Roumann solemnly.
"I don't know nuffin' 'bout 'em?" demanded the colored man. "I
knows too much ob 'em, dat's what I does. Didn't I lose mah ten
dollars?"
He stopped suddenly. From without there came a terrible roaring
sound, that grew louder and louder.
"The comet!" cried Mr. Roumann. "We are almost upon it. That
roaring is caused by the flaming gases!"
There was nothing that could be done. There was no place to go--no
place to run to--no place in which to hide. They could only
stand there and wait for total annihilation, which they expected
every moment.
The roaring grew louder. It was like the howling of a mighty
mind. The projectile seemed to tremble.
Then there came a brilliant light, rivaling even that of the sun,
in the rays of which they constantly were. The light streamed in
through the plate-glass ports in the engine-room. It showed
violet rays, purple, orange, green, yellow--all the colors of the
rainbow.
"We'll be consumed in a moment!" murmured Mr. Roumann. "We are
in the midst of the comet!"
Several seconds passed. There was no increase in temperature.
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