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“We surely are living in an age of miracles,” declared Bob. “I’ve given up thinking anything was impossible. I don’t give the merry ha-ha to anything, no matter how unlikely it sounds. Nothing can happen more wonderful than what’s taking place every day in radio. You can tell me that some day we’ll be talking to the men on Mars—if there are any men there—and I won’t be the one to say we can’t.”

“In other words, you’re ready to fall for anything,” laughed Jimmy, who had by this time recovered from the effect of the blow and was his own jolly self again. “But now, to get down to earth again, suppose you tell us where we’re going. We’re a long way from home.”

“It’s that appetite of Jimmy’s that’s beginning to talk now,” gibed Herb. “He knows it’s getting near supper time, and he doesn’t need any watch to tell him so. That stomach of his is a regular chronometer.”

“It came near having the works knocked out of it this afternoon,” chaffed Joe. “But I see that it’s still ticking. After all, it is getting rather late. Suppose we turn around and beat it for home.”