paper and gazing thoughtfully at it. "I wish it was."

"But think of it!" exclaimed Mark. "Why, if such a thing exists, and if
we, or some one else, should attempt to bring all those precious stones
to this earth, it would revolutionize the diamond industry of the
world. It can't be true!"

"Well, here It is, in plain print. You can read it for yourself, as you
know the Martian language as well as I do. It states that a large field
of 'Reonaris' was discovered on the moon near Mare Tranquilitatis (or
Tranquil Ocean, I suppose that could be translated), and that the men
of Mars brought back some of the Reonaris with them. Here, read it, if
you don't believe me."

"Oh, I believe you, all right--that is, I think you have translated
that article as well as you can. But suppose you have made some error?
We didn't have much time to study the language of Mars while we were
there, and we might make some mistake in the words. That article might
be an account of a dog-fight on the red planet, instead of an account
of a trip to the moon and the discovery of a field of Reonaris; eh,
Jack?"

"Of course, I'm likely to have made an error, for it isn't easy to
translate this stuff." And Jack gazed intently at the strangely printed
page, which was covered with characters not unlike Greek. "I may be
wrong," went on the lad, "but you must remember that I translated some
other articles in this paper, and Professor Henderson also translated
them substantially as I did, and Professor Roumann agreed with him.
There _is_ Reonaris on the moon, and I wish we could go there and
get some."