Roy Rockwood

Five Thousand Miles Underground Roy Rockwood

Throughout a big shed, filled for the most part with huge pieces of machinery, echoed the voice of Professor Amos Henderson. He did not look up from a small engine over which he was bending. "Washington! Where are you? Why don't you answer me?" From somewhere underneath an immense pile of iron, steel and aluminum came the voice of a colored man. "Yas sir, Perfesser, I'se goin' t' saggasiate my bodily presence in yo' contiguous proximity an' attend t' yo' immediate conglomerated prescriptions at th' predistined period. Yas, sir!" "Well, Washington, if you had started when you began that long speech you would have been at least half way here by this time. Hurry up! Never mind tightning those bolts now. Find the boys.