Lost on the Moon - Or, in Quest of the Field of Diamonds by Roy Rockwood
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"Heah, heah! Come back!" cried the colored man. "My Shanghai rooster is got loose!" he yelled, and, an instant later, the fowl came sailing out of the projectile, with Washington in full chase after him. "I'll help you catch him," volunteered Jack, springing to the cook's aid, while Professor Henderson laughed, and a bandaged figure, looking from a stateroom port, wondered at the delay in starting the projectile. CHAPTER XII MARK'S ESCAPE Mark Sampson was alone in the deserted house. Bound hand and foot, stripped of his clothing, and attired in some old garments that the tramps who made a hanging-out place of the old mansion had cast aside, the unfortunate lad was stretched on a pile of bagging, his heart beating partly with fear and partly with rage over a desire to escape and punish the scoundrel responsible for his plight. The man who had captured him, after taking away Mark's clothes, had chuckled, as though at some joke. "You may think this is funny," spoke the lad bitterly, "but you won't |
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