one hundred pounds on the earth will weigh only thirty-three
pounds on Mars."

"That's the stuff!" cried Jack.

"Why?" asked Mr. Roumann in some surprise.

"Then I'll have a chance to lose weight," replied Jack. "I'm
getting too fat here. I weigh a hundred and eighty pounds, and
that's too much for a lad of my age. When I get to Mars I'll
only weigh--let's see, two-thirds of one hundred and eighty--"
and Jack got out pencil and paper and began figuring.

"It's sixty pounds!" exclaimed Mark, who was quick at figures.

"How are we to get to Mars, Mr. Roumann?" demanded Jack.

"I will tell you," answered the blue-eyed man. "When you and the
professor have constructed the projectile, after plans which I
shall draw, I will apply my new, wonderful, secret power, and--"

"If yo' gen'men will kindly project yo'se'ves hitherward, an'
proceed to discuss de similitodinariness ob de interplanetary
conjunction what am waitin' fo' yo' heah, de obverseness of de
inner constitutions will be expeditiously relieved," spoke the
colored man, suddenly looking in the room.

"Does that mean supper is ready, Washington?" asked Professor
Henderson.