"Guess they must guard it pretty closely," said Mark.
"Well, I'm going to have some, anyhow," declared the German.
"We'll take a stroll over toward the hills."
They passed through the city, no one offering to stop them. On
every side they observed something new or strange, and they were
particularly struck by the absence of all noise. Everything was
done silently. There were no trolley cars, no wagons or trucks,
no puffing automobiles, and no confusion.
The Martians moved noiselessly about, and the sleds, with their
queer motive power, made no sound. They seemed to be the only
vehicles in use, save the boats, and these sleds were of many
sizes, some as large as big trucks.
"Do you think it will be safe to leave the projectile so long?"
asked Jack.
"I think so," replied Mr. Roumann. "These people will not
bother with it. In fact, they all seem too busy. I want to get
some of that valuable red stuff."
They kept on, until they found themselves out of the city and
into the country districts. Here there was more water than land,
great canals and lakes being scattered here and there, with
narrow paths or roads winding in and out among them.
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