"You are too considerate," said Maskull, laughing outright. "I was
beginning to fear that I would be hauled away at once.... However, I
have neither wife, land, nor profession, so there's nothing to wait
for.... What is the itinerary?"

"You are a fortunate man. A bold, daring heart, and no
encumbrances." Krag's features became suddenly grave and rigid.
"Don't be a fool, and refuse a gift of luck. A gift declined is not
offered a second time."

"Krag," replied Maskull simply, returning his pipe to his pocket. "I
ask you to put yourself in my place. Even if were a man sick for
adventures, how could I listen seriously to such an insane
proposition as this? What do I know about you, or your past record?
You may be a practical joker, or you may have come out of a madhouse--
I know nothing about it. If you claim to be an exceptional man,
and want my cooperation, you must offer me exceptional proofs."

"And what proofs would you consider adequate, Maskull?"

As he spoke he gripped Maskull's arm. A sharp, chilling pain
immediately passed through the latter's body and at the same moment
his brain caught fire. A light burst in upon him like the rising of
the sun. He asked himself for the first time if this fantastic
conversation could by any chance refer to real things.

"Listen, Krag," he said slowly, while peculiar images and conceptions
started to travel in rich disorder through his mind. "You talk about
a certain journey. Well, if that journey were a possible one, and I
were given the chance of making it, I would be willing never to come