"I guess the red
stuff must have taken all the power out of your gun, Andy," said
Mark.
The Martian stood still for a moment. Then he spoke again, more
earnestly than before, and waved the strangers away from the red
hill.
"We're not going," said Mr. Roumann, and he added a few of the
Martian words he had learned, endeavoring to state that they were
going to take only a little of the Cardite.
The officer, with a last warning shake of his big head, suddenly
turned and ran away.
"I guess he's gone for reinforcements," said Jack.
"No matter," spoke Mr. Roumann. "We'll soon have all we can
carry, and then we'll hurry back to the projectile. When we get
there we can defy them."
They continued to fill the boxes with the Cardite, and soon had a
good supply. Then, taking a look to see if the Martian had
summoned any guards, but finding that none was in sight, the
adventurers made their way back to their boat, and set it in
motion.
"How are we going to escape the whirlpool?" asked Mark.
"I think if we skirt down the shores of the lake for some
distance, and then strike across to the city, we'll avoid it,"
replied Professor Henderson.
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