"I
guess we'll get along all right. Anyhow, I'm glad we're near
there."
"So am I," declared Mr. Henderson. "I will be able to make some
scientific observations, and, perhaps, write a book about them
when I get back to earth. I might make some money out of it."
"You won't need to make money, if what I suspect is true," said
Mr. Roumann.
"What is that?"
"Well, I can't go into details now, but I hope to secure
something that will make our fortunes. There is only one thing I
fear."
"What is that?"
"The Martians may prevent me taking any of it away. But I am not
going to borrow trouble. Let us see how the motor is working."
They had all gone, with the exception of Andy and Washington, to
the pilot house, and they now returned to the engine-room.
"Ha! That is rather strange!" exclaimed Mr. Roumann as he looked
at the buzzing machinery.
"What's the matter?" asked Mark.
"The atmospheric motor is running much faster than I ever saw it
go before. I wonder if that crazy machinist could have gotten
loose and meddled with it?"
"I'll look," volunteered Jack, but he soon ascertained that the
man was still securely bound.
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