"They are pointing those sticks at us!"
Instantly every one in the projectile felt as if a thousand pins
and needles were sticking into him.
"They're discharging an electric current, or something like it,
at us!" cried Professor Henderson.
A moment later every one felt himself drawn against one side or
the other of the projectile, just as a magnet draws steel filings
to itself through a piece of cardboard.
"They're trying to pull us through the steel sides!" cried Mark.
"I can't move."
Neither could any one else. They were stuck there like flies on
the wall.
"Maybe they are going to keep us here forever!" cried old Andy,
while Washington was too frightened to use any big words.
Mr. Roumann was near some levers. He managed to pull one, and
instantly those in the projectile felt themselves free.
"How did you do that?" asked Mr. Henderson.
"I neutralized the electric current," explained the German. "I
anticipated that in our flight through space we might meet with
electric storms. I provided so that in such a case I could throw
a counter current of electricity all about the projectile.
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