Lost on the Moon or In Quest of the Field of Diamonds

ack. The lad, with flushed face and bright eyes, stood in the centre of the

rough the air, the one to the South Pole under water, our journey to the centre of the earth, and our flight to M

nor would it be as dangerous, as was our trip to Mars. And yet, I don't know that I care to go. I am getting along in years, and I h

r trip through space. I had hoped to settle down in life now, and devote my time to scientific

y. "You will be able to discover if the moon has an atmosphere and moisture; and

y. "And we could do it in our projectile, the Annihilator.

give me a better chance to test the powers of Cardite, that wonderful red substance we brought f

ill," spoke Mr. Hen

, won't you, Ma

ind any diamonds on the moon. If there ever were any, the Martians took them." For Mark ha

But now, let's go into details, and figure out when we

and Jack Darrow, had undertaken many strange voyages together. Sometimes they were accompanied by friends and assistants, w

sor Henderson, who spent all his time making wonderful mac

wreck. Although both boys were badly hurt, they were nursed back to health by the emine

Henderson hoped to be able to reach the North Pole. The boys thoroughly enjoyed the trip through the air, and had many thrills

boat. This trip, even more remarkable than the first, took them to many strange places in the South Atlantic. They were trapped fo

range island in the Atlantic Ocean, far from the coast of South America. On it was a great whir

ter thinking the matter over, on their return from the Antarctic, Professo

could sail on the water, or float in the air like a balloon. In this craft the travellers descended into the centre of the earth, and had many won

l town on the coast of Maine, were sent to attend the Universal Electrical and Chemical College. Washington rem

One day, in the midst of some risky experiments at college, Jack and Mark, as related in

Professor Santell Roumann, who was almost as celebra

would build the proper kind of a projectile, they could make a trip to the planet Mars, by mean

ce, was begun. It was two hundred feet long, ten feet in diameter in the middle, and shaped like a c

ed miles a second. This great speed was necessary in order to reach the planet Mars, which, at the time our friends started

the planet was inhabited, and he also wanted to get some of a peculiar substance, which h

most at the last minute, a crazy machinist, named Fred Axtell, who was refused work on the projectile,

the rate of one hundred miles a second, but the travellers were as comfortable as in a Pullman car. They h

in mid-air, he tried to wreck the projectile. He was caught, and

inally got on the track of the Cardite, or red substance, which the German professor, Mr. Roumann, had come so far to seek.

hey met with objections, for the Martians did not want them to take any. They had considerable trouble, and the cra

hat place where much further advanced along certain lines than we are on this earth, but in the matter of newspape

moon, and discovered a field of Reonaris. This trip was made shortly before our friends made their hasty departure, and it was undertaken by some Martian

oon," said Professor Roumann, after a long discussion i

by the way, Washington said you wanted to see Mark and me, but I was s

es at college," said the aged man, "but, since this matter has come up, it w

aking the trip to the

ck, with a laugh. "Ther

an be made, and, the more I think of it, the better I like the idea. We will look over the projectil

tist. "But I want to make a few improvements in the Cardite motor,

oor of the rambling old house where the profess

d the portal there stood on the threshold a sm

ou want, Dick

" went on the boy, pass

oad, and he gave me a q

portant, and he's wait

dge over

or who?" a

t I don't know. Anyhow

rather strange

it?" as

that I see you. I will wait for you at th

signed?"

run down and see what it is. I'l

turned to leave the house, and Ma

see th

as getting on his hat and coat, for t

the crazy machinist, up on Mars, I'd say that this

mpossible,"

e thing, though,

that?" a

t a man who doesn't sign his name to the note he wrote. So, if yo

your company. Come along. Maybe it's only a joke." And the two l