As Jack had been, the two professors and the others were
startled when they saw how Mark was bundled up in bandages.
"He fell down stairs," explained Jack.
"Come over here where it's light, so I can see you," suggested
Professor Henderson. "Perhaps some of the bandages have slipped off
since you came from the hospital. Why did you come alone? Why didn't
you send us word where you were as soon as you were conscious, and we
would have come for you."
"Oh, I didn't want to bother you," explained the bundled-up figure. "I
managed to walk it all right."
"But your injuries may need attention," insisted Mr. Henderson. "I know
something about doctoring. Come here where I can see."
"No--no--the--light hurts my eyes," was the hasty reply. "I guess I'll
go to bed, so as to be all ready to start in the morning. Why don't you
leave for the moon to-night, professor?"
"There are still a few little details to look after. But are you sure
you are well enough to go with us? We may meet with hardships up on the
moon.
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