Evidently their approach
had been heralded, and they were being eagerly awaited.
"Looks as if we were going to have quite a reception," remarked
Jack. "I hope it's a pleasant one."
"If it isn't, we can't help ourselves," went on Andy. "I can't
use my gun in a land where the bullet has about as much force as
a pea in a putty shooter. But if they attack us we can pick up
stones and fire at them."
"Stones won't be much more effective than the bullets," said Mr.
Roumann.
"Why not?"
"Because they'll be light, too. Things here will weigh only
about a third as much as they do on earth. In fact, that is one
reason why we are moved about so easily by their thought power.
We are only a third as heavy as we were on earth, though we weigh
more than the Martians, for all that."
By this time they were at the dock, and they found themselves
being moved out of the boat, and up to the pier, through the
crowd of people.
Their guide--the Martian with the squared triangle--called out an
order, and the crowd opened up a living lane, through which the
adventurers passed.
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