"They only look like sticks," said Jack.
Mr. Roumann, by signs and motions, indicated that he and his
companions would like to travel along the narrow path to the
hills. The leading Martian, who was dressed like the officer at
the lamp-post, while the others were less elaborately arrayed,
shook his head. His big mouth broke into a smile, however, as if
he wanted to be good-natured about it.
"He doesn't want us to go," said the professor.
"Evidently not, but we're going just the same," retorted Mr.
Roumann. "We're more than a match for twenty of these little
creatures, and there are only ten here. Come on."
"Do you think it will be safe?" inquired Mr. Henderson.
"Of course. They can't harm us."
The German scientist took a step forward. The others were about
to follow him when the leading Martian uttered a command, and his
men pointed their sticks at the travelers.
"Look out! Dey's goin' t' shoot!" exclaimed Washington, stooping
down.
"They can't shoot with those things," declared Mr. Roumann, for
there seemed to be no mechanism about the sticks.
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