dr. kenton arrived home the following afternoon. ted could see that he was a very different person from the one who had set out. his father looked tired and beaten. even the special meal of fresh fruits and vegetables from their garden failed to interest him very much.
as they were eating supper, his wife asked him, “why was this expedition so important to you, john?”
“i suppose i had counted too much on its being a huge success,” the scientist replied. “then too, i thought it would solve that all-important question of the disappearing ancient martians that’s been puzzling us ever since the first landing was made here ten years ago.”
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“there’ll be other expeditions,” mrs. kenton said encouragingly. “some day you’ll find the answer, i’m sure.”
“yes, i suppose so,” dr. kenton said. but ted could see that his father was very downcast because of the expedition’s failure.
“i wish i had known you were coming when you did,” mrs. kenton said to her husband. “i would have invited mr. matthews to eat with us. you knew that randy had found his father, didn’t you?”
ted was glad to see his father smile as he turned to randy. “yes, we got the news,” dr. kenton said. “i’m sure glad for you, randy. you see, it never pays to give up hope. i’ll be pleased to meet your father.”
just then yank came bounding in from the living room. the bear had taken to the taste of lettuce leaves, and ted would occasionally slip him a leaf from the table. yank sidled up to ted, where he sat next to his father, eyeing the crisp leaves on the boy’s plate. yank’s other eye was cast warily at dr. kenton, whom he still appeared not to regard as a close friend.
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“when are you and i going to be friends, yank?” the scientist said as ted handed the bear a green leaf. he reached out to pet the little martian animal, but yank drew back. “i can’t understand your attitude, young fellow.”
ted thought this the proper moment to bring up a very important matter. “dad,” he began, “jill and randy and i have signed up for a sight-seeing plane tour of mars with our school class. mom says it’s all right for us to go if you agree.”
dr. kenton thought a moment, and ted felt doubtful. then his father said, “i think it would be a grand thing for you. you can get a lot better picture of this planet from the air than you ever can from the ground.”
“goody, we can go!” jill cried out.
ted felt like shouting himself, for now the last barrier had been removed and they were going for sure.
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the next week found twenty-five eager students stepping into a sleek jet craft from the roll-away ladder at lowell harbor. randy and ted found a double seat together, and jill sat with a girl friend. when all the passengers were in, mr. garland said that they could remove their space helmets.
when all were seated, they waved to their parents and relatives who stood on the ground.
“i’m as excited as if i’d never made a trip like this!” randy said.
“i’m excited too!” ted admitted. he didn’t add that he had scarcely slept the night before because he was in such a dither of anticipation.
mr. garland told the children to fasten their safety belts, as they were almost ready to take off. in a few minutes they felt the ship moving beneath them. ted waved a final farewell to his parents and mr. matthews, for he had a seat beside the window. when they waved back, ted felt a little uneasy. it was the first time he had ever been away from his folks. he wondered fearfully if something would happen on the flight so that he would never see them again.
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swiftly the rocket plane picked up speed. then, with a whoosh of jets, it launched itself into the air.
“we’re off!” one of the boys shouted gaily.
soon lowell harbor was only a small circle in the red desert behind them, and the vast stretches of wilderness began to come into view. mr. garland pointed out the important natural formations as they cruised along. by now almost all of mars had been accurately mapped. there were miles and miles of wind-ribbed sand dunes with rows of furrows like a farmer’s carefully seeded fields.
ted had never before realized the wonder of the canals until he saw them from this height. they were straight as arrows, and some were tremendous in size, even dwarfing the majesty of the grand canyon of arizona. it caused him to wonder again about those very accomplished engineers of the ancient past who had built them and had since so mysteriously disappeared.
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ted recognized much of the landscape from their geography study. some of the ocher-red deserts and forests had been named far back in the past before the twenty-first century. they passed over the great oasis of solis lacus and the dense woodland of mare sirenum. but always there were canals, and more canals, draining the great icecaps and supplying the entire planet.
“isn’t the sky pretty?” jill said to ted and randy who were sitting behind her. “it seems we’re closer to the stars when we’re off the ground.”
ted had to agree with her. the heavens were a deep gorgeous violet, with the starlight pulsing softly through. they traced the slow movement of phobos, the timeteller, and they could also pick out the distant tiny moon, deimos, that resembled a white arc light.
the hours passed all too quickly for the eager sight-seers.
“we’re over the great martian forest,” mr. garland told them late that afternoon. “it’s the end of the line. after we’ve covered this, we’ll start back.”
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ted looked groundward, seeing what resembled a colossal, sprawling beast spread out in all directions. ted shuddered at the sight. many explorers had been trapped in this terrible wilderness and had never come out alive. wild animals, blind trails, and carnivorous whip plants were thought to have destroyed them.
suddenly someone called out as he pointed down, “look, what’s that moving?”
all stared where he pointed. in an open space inside the forest, numerous creatures were rolling along like a tide.
“they’re blue rovers,” mr. garland said. “they’re something like the old american bison that roamed the plains of the united states.”
more strange animals were seen, and still the plane was not out of the huge forest. if anything, the jungle grew even more densely, and now rocky cliffs and shallow gorges could be seen among the thick vegetation. mars had no extremely deep or high natural formations such as the earth had.
“most of the forest turns brown in the winter,” mr. garland addressed his students, “but when the polar cap melts in the spring, everything pops out green again.”
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ted knew that the seasons were twice as long on mars as they were on earth, even though the days and nights were just about the same. how frightfully cold must be the winters, he thought. but on the other hand, what a long, nice summer to enjoy!
finally the dense growth began thinning out again as the outer fringe of the forest was reached. suddenly, without warning, the plane careened sharply on its side. some of the students were flung out of their seats, and they screamed in terror. mr. garland, who had been standing by a window, was thrown backward onto the floor. when the ship had righted itself, mr. garland climbed slowly to his feet.
“anybody hurt?” the teacher asked.
no one else appeared to be, but ted saw mr. garland grimace in pain. he seemed to have injured his ankle.
“mr. garland, you’re hurt!” ted said.
“never mind me!” the instructor said. “put your safety belts on—quickly!”
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his students did so, and then the plane started bucking again. poor mr. garland was flung against the wall this time, but he recovered himself and hobbled into the pilot’s cabin to see what was wrong. ted heard his classmates babbling in fright all around him. he and randy tried to quiet jill’s mounting terror.
“take it easy,” ted said to her. “it may not be anything serious.”
mr. garland was back in a few minutes, and ted could see that his face was grave.
“we’ve got to bail out, kids,” he told the class grimly.
“into that?” cried one of the boys, pointing to the forest below.
“we’ve no other choice, the pilot tells me,” mr. garland replied, his voice shaky. “there’s a fire in the jets, and we can’t crash-land without wrecking the plane.”
terrified, the students stared at him, as though they still could not believe what he was saying.
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“he says there’s an open space ahead of us where we can parachute down,” mr. garland went on. “he’s sending a message for help now. we’ve got enough supplies and air to last us until a search party comes from lowell harbor. there’s no cause for alarm.”
there was no more time for talk. despite his obviously painful injury, the teacher quickly distributed chutes and showed the children how to put them on. the chutes were specially designed for use in mars’s rare atmosphere. next, space helmets were donned. then mr. garland lined the children up with their rip cords fastened to an overhead cord for automatic opening of the chutes when they jumped. ted, his sister, and randy had stayed together, and they found themselves the first three in line to jump.
chutes with supplies had been shoved out first by hand, and then mr. garland signaled to ted for the first jump. things had moved so swiftly that ted hardly had time to become scared. randy and jill seemed to feel the same way. the ship was still jerking erratically and plumes of smoke swirled about. the oval door was open, and ted saw yawning space beneath him. at mr. garland’s word, he took a deep breath and sprang out. he felt the straps on his back yank him sharply as the chute popped open.
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down, down he went. finally he glanced upward and saw two other parachutes above him. they would be jill and randy, he thought. he looked groundward again to see where he was heading. just as mr. garland had said, a flat open space lay beneath.
once more he glanced upward. there were still only two other chutes above. where were the others? hadn’t they jumped too? then he spied the ship at a considerable distance away. it was careening downward as though heading for a crash!
ted felt a sick tug in his stomach. it looked as though the three of them were the only ones who were going to escape alive. the ship must have gone out of control before the others could jump!
