"Not prexactly, but mah Shanghai rooster am. He's dat lonesome
dat's he's homesick for t' git out an' do a bit ob scratchin' on
de ground."
"Look out that he doesn't fly away when he gets on Mars,"
cautioned Jack. "Things there are twice as light as they are on
the earth, and he'll only weigh a pound or so, instead of two or
three."
Washington grunted, but said nothing. He served a meal, probably
the last one that would be eaten before their arrival.
"We have been just twelve days, so far, on our journey," declared
Mr. Roumann. "That is a little longer than I calculated, but it
was due to unexpected troubles."
"Well, we've been very comfortable here," commented Mr.
Henderson.
And indeed they had. Except for the rather cramped quarters, and
the absence of scenery, they had lived as well as they could have
done at home. They had plenty to eat and drink during their
marvelous trip through space, they had enjoyed the reading of
books, had listened to fine music, and had been traveling in
perpetual sunlight.
What was before them? Every one asked himself that question.
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