Lost on the Moon by Roy Rockwood (best fiction novels .txt) 📕

wanderers. They raised their voices in a shout. They leaped up and

down. They wildly waved their hands and life-torches.

 

Then, to their inexpressible joy, they saw the course of the projectile

change. It was headed toward them, and a few minutes later it settled

slowly to the ground about half a mile away.

 

“Come on!” cried Jack! “We must hurry to them, or soon it will be too

dark to see them, or for them to find us. It’s our last chance; don’t

let’s lose it!”

 

He sprang forward, the others after him, and together they ran toward

the projectile. They could see the two professors and Washington White

emerging from the steel car, waving their hands.

 

On rushed the lost wanderers, over the rough stones, skirting the great

cliffs, falling into small craters, crawling out again, just missing

several times being precipitated into yawning caverns, and stumbling

over petrified bodies that strewed the ground.

 

Ever did they hasten onward though, increasing their speed. They came

to a great crater that lay between them and the projectile, but

fortunately there was across the middle of it a natural bridge of

stone. But it was narrow—scarcely wide enough for one at a time.

 

“We can never cross on that!” cried Mark, halting.

 

“We’ve got to!” shouted Jack, and he sprang fearlessly forward, fairly

running over the narrow path, which had a sheer descent of thousands of

feet on either side.

 

Mark, though fearful that he would become dizzy and fall, followed

Andy. They were soon across the narrow bridge, and speeding on toward

the Annihilator. Five minutes later they had reached it, and were

being wildly welcomed by the two professors and Washington White, who

had advanced to meet them.

 

“I ‘clar t’ goodness-gladness!” exclaimed the colored man, “I am

suttinly constrained t’ espress my approbation ob de deleterous manner

in which yo’ all has come back t’ dis continuous territory.”

 

“Do you mean you’re glad to see us, Wash?” asked Jack.

 

“Dat’s what I done said,” was the answer, with a cheerful grin, “an’ I

might also remark dat dinner am serbed in de dinin’ car.”

 

“Hurrah!” cried Jack. “That’s the best news I’ve heard in a week. No

more blasted beef for mine! Give me ham and eggs!”

 

“But what happened to you? Where have you been? We have searched all

over for you, and were just giving you up for dead, and going back to

the earth,” said Professor Henderson. “We caught sight of you at the

last minute.”

 

“Oh, you mustn’t go back until you go to the field of diamonds!” cried

Jack, and then by turns he and Mark and Andy told of their terrible

adventures while they were lost on the moon.

 

On their part Professors Roumann and Henderson stated how they had

waited in vain for the return of the wanderers, and had then, by

strenuous work, managed to make the necessary repairs without the

missing tool. Then they set out to discover the lost ones, but

succeeded only just in time, for it was now quite dusk.

 

“An’ did yo’ all really discober dem sparklers?” asked Washington, as

he served what the boys thought was the finest dinner they had ever

tasted.

 

“We sure did,” replied Jack. “Here are a couple for that red necktie of

yours,” and he passed over two big diamonds.

 

It did not take long to move the projectile to the field of the

sparkling gems, and by means of a powerful search-light enough were

soon gathered up to satisfy even Washington White, who declared that he

would be the best decorated colored man in Bayside when they got back.

The two professors made what observations they could in the petrified

city in the fast-gathering darkness, and then, having taken a petrified

man into the projectile with them to deposit in a scientific museum in

which Professor Roumann was interested, the Annihilator was sealed

shut.

 

And it was only just in time, for with the suddenness of an eclipse

intense darkness settled down, and the temperature, as indicated by a

thermometer thrust outside, showed a drop of a hundred degrees.

 

“We never could have lived out there,” said Jack.

 

“Well, we’ll soon be back on earth,” observed Mark, and a little later

the Cardite motor was out in operation, and the journey back to this

world begun.

 

Little of moment happened on the return trip. The boys went more into

detail about their wanderings, and told how they had managed to live

during the time they were lost. The two professors and Washington spoke

of their worry and anxiety, and their vain search for the wanderers.

 

As they were anxious to get back home, the motor was speeded to the

limit, and in much less time than they had made the trip to the moon

they had arrived in sight of the earth again. As they did not want to

create too much excitement, they hovered about in the air over Bayside

until dark, when they gently descended almost in the very spot from

which they had started.

 

“Well,” remarked Jack, as he stepped out on the earth once more, “it

was quite an experience to go to the moon, and I suppose being lost

there wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to us, but all the same

I’m glad to be back.”

 

“So am I,” declared Mark. “It was worth while going,” and he felt of

his pocketful of diamonds.

 

“We certainly made some very valuable scientific observations,”

asserted Mr. Henderson, “and we will be able to prove that the moon was

once inhabited.”

 

Washington White was carefully lifting out his Shanghai rooster, which

was uttering loud crows. As soon as he had set the fowl on the ground,

the colored man started off.

 

“Where are you going?” asked Mark.

 

“I’m going t’ a jewelery shop t’ hab my diamonds made inter a stick-pin

fo’ my red necktie,” was the answer.

 

“Oh, you’d better wait until morning,” suggested Professor Henderson.

 

They gathered about the table in the cozy dining room of their home,

while Washington got a meal ready. Every one was talking about what a

wonderful trip they had had.

 

“The only trouble is,” said Jack, “that we’ve been to about all the

interesting places in this universe now. I wonder where we can go

next?”

 

“I’m going to bed right after supper,” announced Mark. “Maybe I’ll

discover a new land in my dreams.”

 

The moon voyagers had a great store of gems, and, as they did not wish

to bring down values by disposing of them, they only sold a few, which,

because of their great size and brilliancy, brought a large price.

Several jewelers wanted to know where the diamonds came from, but the

secret was well kept. Most of the gems were used for scientific

purposes, but Mark and Jack gave some to certain of their friends.

 

The petrified man proved a great curiosity, and a history of it, in two

large volumes, can be seen in the museum where the body is exhibited.

Professor Henderson wrote the account, and also published quite an

extensive history of the trip to the moon, which was considered by

scientists and laymen to be a most remarkable journey.

 

But, though our friends had been to many strange places, it was

reserved for them to have yet still more wonderful adventures, though

for a time after returning from the moon they remained at home, the two

professors busy over their scientific work, and the boys engaged with

their studies, while Andy occasionally went hunting, and Washington got

the meals and, between times, fed his rooster and admired the diamonds

in his red necktie. And now we will bid our friends good-by.

 

THE END