We want to see as much of it as possible."
They sat discussing various matters, and, while doing so, Washington
White peered into the living cabin.
"Has yo' got one ob dem torch-light processions t' spare?" he asked.
"Torch-light processions?" queried Mark. "What do you think this is, an
election, Wash?"
"I guess he means a life-torch," suggested Jack. "Are you going out,
Wash?"
"Yais, sah, I did think I'd take a stroll around. Maybe I kin find a
diamond fo' my tie."
Laughing, Jack provided the colored man with one of the torches,
instructing him how to use it, and presently Washington was seen
outside, walking gingerly around, as though he expected to go through
the crust of the moon any moment. Pretty soon, however, he got more
courage and tramped boldly along, peering about on the ground for all
the world, as Mark said, as if he was looking for chestnuts.
They paid no attention to the cook for some little time until, when the
boys and the two professors were in the midst of a discussion as to
where would be the best place to move the projectile next, they heard
him running along the corridor toward the cabin.
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