Lost on the Moon by Roy Rockwood (best fiction novels .txt) 📕
But the spirit of adventure was still strong in the hearts of the boys and the professor. One day, in the midst of some risky experiments at college, Jack and Mark, as related in "Through Space to Mars," received a telegram from Professor Henderson, calling them home.
There they found their friend entertaining as a guest Professor Santell Roumann, who was almost as celebrated as was Mr. Henderson, in the matter of inventions.
Professor Roumann made a strange proposition. He said if the old scientist and his young friends would build the proper kind of a projectile, they could make a trip to the planet Mars, by means of a wonderful motor, operated by a power called Etherium, of which Mr. Roumann held the secret.
After some discussion, the projectile, called the Annihilator, from the fact that it annihilated space, was begun. It was two hundred feet long, ten feet in diameter in the middle, and shaped like a cigar. I
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hunter set out, Andy with his gun over his shoulder and his sharp eyes
on the lookout for any sign of Axtell, though they hardly expected to
find him in the vicinity of the projectile.
Taking the road, on which Dick Johnson said he had encountered the man,
the two lads and Andy proceeded, making inquiries from time to time of
persons they met. But no one had seen Axtell, and the insane man, for
such he seemed to be, appeared to have dropped out of sight.
On into the village the searchers went, and there they reported matters
to the chief of police, telling him only so much as was necessary to
give him an understanding of the situation.
“I’ll send a couple of my best constables right out on the case,” said
the chief. “We’ve just appointed two new ones, and I guess they’ll be
glad to arrest somebody.”
“Let them look out that this fellow doesn’t drug them and carry them
away,” cautioned Mark.
“Oh, I guess my constables can look out for theirselves,” spoke the
chief proudly.
Once more the trailers sallied forth to renew their search. They
thought perhaps they might find their man lingering in the town, but a
search through the principal streets did not disclose him, and Mark
proposed that they return to their home for the night, as he was tired
and weary from his experience in the deserted house.
As they were turning out of the town, their attention was attracted by
a disturbance on the street just ahead of them. A woman screamed, and
men’s voices were heard. Then came cries of: “Police! Police!”
“Some one’s in trouble!” exclaimed Jack. “Let’s go see what it is.”
They broke into a run, and, as they approached, they saw a crowd
quickly collect. It seemed to center about a man who was being held by
two others, though he struggled to get away.
“Here, what’s the trouble?” the boys heard a constable ask as he
shouldered his way into the throng.
“This fellow tried to snatch this lady’s purse and run away with it,”
explained one of the men who had grabbed the scoundrel. “Stand still,
you brute!” he shouted at him, “or I’ll shake you to pieces! Such
fellows as you ought to go to the whipping-post!”
“I’ll take charge of him,” announced the officer. “Who is he? Does any
one know?”
“Stranger in town, I guess,” volunteered the other man, who had helped
capture him. “Need any help, officer?”
“No, I guess I can manage him. Come along now, and behave yourself, or
I’ll use my club. It hasn’t been tried on any one yet.”
“That’s one of the new constables, I guess,” said Mark, and Jack
nodded.
The crowd separated to allow the officer to take out his prisoner. As
the latter walked forward in the grip of the constable, he remarked in
a mild voice totally at variance with his bold act:
“Why, I only wanted a little change to pay my fare to the moon. I’m
going there to look for my brother.”
“Crazy as a loon,” said one of the men.
“Or pretending that he is,” added the officer.
“Mark!” cried Jack, pointing at the prisoner, “look!”
“The man who held me captive!” gasped Mark. “And he’s wearing my
clothes yet! But he’s in custody now, and we needn’t fear any more from
him.”
“Unless he gets away,” said Jack.
“We’ll go tell the chief who he is, and he’ll keep him safe,” suggested
Mark, and they hurried to headquarters, reaching there just before the
prisoner was brought in. The boys were assured by the chief that the
man, who was evidently a dangerous lunatic, would be kept where he
could do no harm. He would be arraigned later on the serious charge of
attempted highway robbery, as well as of being a dangerous lunatic at
large. When the boys and Andy got back, they found the two professors
and Washington still going over the machinery in detail.
“Find anything wrong?” asked Jack, after they had told of the arrest of
Axtell.
“No, but we will have another look in the morning,” said Mr. Henderson.
“Then, if we find nothing out of order, I think we will take a chance
and start.”
A thorough inspection by all hands the next day did not disclose
anything wrong, and, a test of the motors and other machinery having
shown that it was in good working shape, it was decided to leave the
earth.
“At last, I think, we are really going to get under way to the moon,”
said Jack, as he closed the big main door. This time it was not
reopened. All the stores and supplies were in place. The two professors
were in the engine room. Washington White was in his galley, getting
ready to serve the first meal in the air. Jack and Mark were in the
pilot house, ready to do whatever was necessary and anxious to feel the
thrill that would tell them the projectile had left the earth.
“All ready?” asked Professor Henderson.
“All ready,” replied his German assistant.
“Then here we go!” announced the aged scientist.
He pulled toward him the main starting lever of the Cardite motor,
while Professor Roumann opened the valve which admitted to the plates
and cylinders the mysterious force that was to send them on their way.
“Elevate the bow!” called Professor Henderson.
“Elevated it is,” answered the German, as he turned a wheel which
directed the negative gravity force against the surface of the ground
and tilted up the nose of the Annihilator, as a skyrocket is slanted
in a trough before the fuse is ignited.
“Throw over the switch,” directed Mr. Henderson, and the other
scientist, with a quick motion, snapped it into place, amid a shower of
vicious electric sparks that hissed as when hot iron is thrust into
water.
“Steer straight ahead!” called Professor Henderson to Mark and Jack,
who were in the pilot house. “We’ll head for the moon later.”
“Straight ahead it is,” answered Jack.
There was a trembling to the great projectile. Up rose her sharp-pointed bow. She swayed slightly in the air. The trembling increased.
The great Cardite motor hummed and throbbed. There was a crackling as
from a wireless apparatus.
Then, with a rush and a roar, the big steel car, resembling an enormous
cigar, soared away from the earth, like some gigantic piece of
fireworks, and shot toward the sky.
“We’re off!” shouted Mark.
“For the moon!” added Jack.
And the Annihilator soared upward and onward, while those in her
never dreamed of the fearful adventures that were to befall them ere
they would again be headed toward the earth.
THE SHANGHAI MAKES TROUBLE
Remaining in the engine room long enough to see that all the motors and
apparatus were working smoothly, Professor Henderson made his way to
the pilot house forward, where Mark and Jack were in charge of the
steering gears. The projectile could be started and stopped from there,
as well as from the engine room, once the motor was set going.
“Well, boys, how does it feel to be in space once more?” asked the
scientist.
“Fine,” answered Mark. “But while I was shut up in that old house I
feared I’d never have this chance again.”
“It seems like old times again, to be flying through space,” remarked
Jack. “My! but we aren’t making half the speed of which the projectile
is capable. Why, we’re only going about twenty miles a second,” and he
spoke as if that was a mere nothing.
“Twenty miles is some speed,” observed Mark.
“The earth goes around the sun at the rate of nineteen miles a second,
or about seventy-five times as fast as the swiftest cannon-ball, so you
see, Jack, you are ‘going some,’ as the boys say.”
“Yes, but we went much faster when we went to Mars. Still, no matter
how fast we travel, you’d never realize it inside here.”
This was true. So well balanced was the projectile, and so delicately
poised was the machinery, that the terrifically fast rate of travel,
rivalling that of the earth, was no more noticed than we, on this
globe, notice our pace of nineteen miles a second around the sun.
“Everything seems to be all right,” observed Professor Henderson, as he
looked out of the plate-glass window of the pilot house into a sea of
rolling mist, which represented the ether, for they had soon passed
through the atmosphere of the earth, which scientists estimate to be
two hundred miles in thickness.
“Are we going to move any faster than this?” asked Jack, who seemed
possessed of a speed mania.
“Not right away,” replied Mr. Henderson. “Professor Roumann wants to
thoroughly test the Cardite motor first. Then, when he finds that it
works all right, we may go faster. But we will be at the moon soon
enough as it is. It is time we headed more directly on our proper way,
though, so I think I will ask Mr. Roumann to step here and aid me in
getting the projectile on the right course. You boys had better remain
also and learn how it is done. You may need to know some time.”
“I’ll call the professor here, if he can leave the engine room,” said
Mark, and he found the German bending over some complicated apparatus.
The scientist announced that the machines would run themselves
automatically for a while, so he accompanied the lad back to the pilothouse.
There, consulting big charts of the heavens, and by making some
intricate calculations, which the boys partly understood, the German
and Mr. Henderson were able to locate the exact position of the moon,
though that body was not then in sight, being behind the earth.
“That ought to bring us there inside of a week,” announced Mr.
Henderson, as he fastened the automatic steering apparatus in place.
“The projectile will now be held on a straight course, and I hope we
shall not have to change it.”
“Could anything cause us to swerve to one side?” asked Jack.
“Sure,” replied Mark. “Don’t you remember how, in the trip to Mars, we
nearly collided with the comet? If we are in danger of hitting another
one of those things, or even a meteor, we’ll steer out of the way,
won’t we?”
“Of course. I forgot about that,” admitted Jack.
“Yes,” declared Professor Roumann, “we’ll have to be on the lookout for
wandering meteors or other stray heavenly bodies. But our instruments
will give us timely warning of them. Now, I think we can leave the
projectile to herself while I make sure that all the machinery is
running smoothly. You boys may stay here if you like, though there
isn’t much to see.”
There wasn’t. It was totally unlike taking a trip on earth, where the
ever-varying scenery makes a journey pleasant. There was no landscape
to greet the eye now. It was even unlike a trip in a balloon, for in
that sort of air-craft, at least for a time, a glimpse of the earth can
be had. Now there was nothing but a white blanket of mist to be seen,
which rolled this way and that. Occasionally it was dispelled, and the
full, golden sunlight bathed the projectile. The earth had long since
dropped out of sight, for it required only a few seconds to put the
Annihilator high up in a position where
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