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The Master Key

An Electrical Fairy Tale
Founded Upon The Mysteries Of Electricity
And The Optimism Of Its Devotees.  It Was
Written For Boys, But Others May Read It

by L. Frank Baum



Contents

--Who Knows?--
1.  Rob's Workshop
2.  The Demon of Electricity
3.  The Three Gifts
4.  Testing the Instruments
5.  The Cannibal Island
6.  The Buccaneers
7.  The Demon Becomes Angry
8.  Rob Acquires New Powers
9.  The Second Journey
10.  How Rob Served a Mighty King
11.  The Man of Science
12.  How Rob Saved a Republic
13.  Rob Loses His Treasures
14.  Turk and Tatar
15.  A Battle With Monsters
16.  Shipwrecked Mariners
17.  The Coast of Oregon
18.  A Narrow Escape
19.  Rob Makes a Resolution
20.  The Unhappy Fate of the Demon




Who Knows?


These things are quite improbable, to be sure; but are they impossible?

Our big world rolls over as smoothly as it did centuries ago, without
a squeak to show it needs oiling after all these years of revolution.
But times change because men change, and because civilization, like
John Brown's soul, goes ever marching on.

The impossibilities of yesterday become the accepted facts of to-day.

Here is a fairy tale founded upon the wonders of electricity and
written for children of this generation.  Yet when my readers shall
have become men and women my story may not seem to their children like
a fairy tale at all.

Perhaps one, perhaps two--perhaps several of the Demon's devices will
be, by that time, in popular use.

Who knows?




1.  Rob's Workshop


When Rob became interested in electricity his clear-headed father
considered the boy's fancy to be instructive as well as amusing; so he
heartily encouraged his son, and Rob never lacked batteries, motors or
supplies of any sort that his experiments might require.

He fitted up the little back room in the attic as his workshop, and
from thence a net-work of wires soon ran throughout the house.  Not
only had every outside door its electric bell, but every window was
fitted with a burglar alarm; moreover no one could cross the threshold
of any interior room without registering the fact in Rob's workshop.
The gas was lighted by an electric fob; a chime, connected with an
erratic clock in the boy's room, woke the servants at all hours of the
night and caused the cook to give warning; a bell rang whenever the
postman dropped a letter into the box; there were bells, bells, bells
everywhere, ringing at the right time, the wrong time and all the
time.  And there were telephones in the different rooms, too, through
which Rob could call up the different members of the family just when
they did not wish to be disturbed.

His mother and sisters soon came to vote the boy's scientific craze a
nuisance; but his father was delighted with these evidences of Rob's
skill as an electrician, and insisted that he be allowed perfect
freedom in carrying out his ideas.

"Electricity," said the old gentleman, sagely, "is destined to become
the motive power of the world.  The future advance of civilization
will be along electrical lines.  Our boy may become a great inventor
and astonish the world with his wonderful creations."

"And in the meantime," said the mother, despairingly, "we shall all be
electrocuted, or the house burned down by crossed wires, or we shall
be blown into eternity by an explosion of chemicals!"

"Nonsense!" ejaculated the proud father.  "Rob's storage batteries are
not powerful enough to electrocute one or set the house on fire.  Do
give the boy a chance, Belinda."

"And the pranks are so humiliating," continued the lady.  "When the
minister called yesterday and rang the bell a big card appeared on the
front door on which was printed the words: 'Busy; Call Again.'
Fortunately Helen saw him and let him in, but when I reproved Robert
for the act he said he was just trying the sign to see if it would work."

"Exactly!  The boy is an inventor already.  I shall have one of those
cards attached to the door of my private office at once.  I tell you,
Belinda, our son will be a great man one of these days," said Mr.
Joslyn, walking up and down with pompous strides and almost bursting
with the pride he took in his young hopeful.

Mrs. Joslyn sighed.  She knew remonstrance was useless so long as her
husband encouraged the boy, and that she would be wise to bear her
cross with fortitude.

Rob also knew his mother's protests would be of no avail; so he
continued to revel in electrical processes of all sorts, using the
house as an experimental station to test the powers of his productions.

It was in his own room, however,--his "workshop"--that he especially
delighted.  For not only was it the center of all his numerous "lines"
throughout the house, but he had rigged up therein a wonderful array
of devices for his own amusement.  A trolley-car moved around a
circular track and stopped regularly at all stations; an engine and
train of cars moved jerkily up and down a steep grade and through a
tunnel; a windmill was busily pumping water from the dishpan into the
copper skillet; a sawmill was in full operation and a host of
mechanical blacksmiths, scissors-grinders, carpenters, wood-choppers
and millers were connected with a motor which kept them working away
at their trades in awkward but persevering fashion.

The room was crossed and recrossed with wires.  They crept up the
walls, lined the floor, made a grille of the ceiling and would catch an
unwary visitor under the chin or above the ankle just when he least
expected it.  Yet visitors were forbidden in so crowded a room, and
even his father declined to go farther than the doorway.  As for Rob,
he thought he knew all about the wires, and what each one was for; but
they puzzled even him, at times, and he was often perplexed to know
how to utilize them all.

One day when he had locked himself in to avoid interruption while he
planned the electrical illumination of a gorgeous pasteboard palace,
he really became confused over the network of wires.  He had a
"switchboard," to be sure, where he could make and break connections
as he chose; but the wires had somehow become mixed, and he could not
tell what combinations to use to throw the power on to his miniature
electric lights.

So he experimented in a rather haphazard fashion, connecting this and
that wire blindly and by guesswork, in the hope that he would strike
the right combination.  Then he thought the combination might be
right and there was a lack of power; so he added other lines of wire
to his connections, and still others, until he had employed almost
every wire in the room.

Yet it would not work; and after pausing a moment to try to think what
was wrong he went at it again, putting this and that line into
connection, adding another here and another there, until suddenly, as
he made a last change, a quick flash of light almost blinded him, and
the switch-board crackled ominously, as if struggling to carry a
powerful current.

Rob covered his face at the flash, but finding himself unhurt he took
away his hands and with blinking eyes attempted to look at a wonderful
radiance which seemed to fill the room, making it many times brighter
than the brightest day.

Although at first completely dazzled, he peered before him until he
discovered that the light was concentrated near one spot, from which
all the glorious rays seemed to scintillate.

He closed his eyes a moment to rest them; then re-opening them and
shading them somewhat with his hands, he made out the form of a
curious Being standing with majesty and composure in the center of the
magnificent radiance and looking down upon him!



2.  The Demon of Electricity


Rob was a courageous boy, but a thrill of fear passed over him in
spite of his bravest endeavor as he gazed upon the wondrous apparition
that confronted him.  For several moments he sat as if turned to
stone, so motionless was he; but his eyes were nevertheless fastened
upon the Being and devouring every detail of his appearance.

And how strange an appearance he presented!

His jacket was a wavering mass of white light, edged with braid of red
flames that shot little tongues in all directions.  The buttons
blazed in golden fire.  His trousers had a bluish, incandescent color,
with glowing stripes of crimson braid.  His vest was gorgeous with
all the colors of the rainbow blended into a flashing, resplendent
mass.  In feature he was most majestic, and his eyes held the soft but
penetrating brilliance of electric lights.

It was hard to meet the gaze of those searching eyes, but Rob did it,
and at once the splendid apparition bowed and said in a low, clear voice:

"I am here."

"I know that," answered the boy, trembling, "but WHY are you here?"

"Because you have touched the Master Key of Electricity, and I must
obey the laws of nature that compel me to respond to your summons."

"I--I didn't know I touched the Master Key," faltered the boy.

"I understand that.  You did it unconsciously.  No one in the world
has ever done it before, for Nature has hitherto kept the secret safe
locked within her bosom."

Rob took time to wonder at this statement.

"Then who are you?" he inquired, at length.

"The Demon of Electricity," was the solemn answer.

"Good gracious!" exclaimed Rob, "a demon!"

"Certainly.  I am, in truth, the Slave of the Master Key, and am
forced to obey the commands of any one who is wise and brave
enough--or, as in your own case, fortunate and fool-hardy enough--to
touch it."

"I--I've never guessed there was such a thing as a Master Key, or--or
a Demon of Electricity, and--and I'm awfully sorry I--I called you up!"
stammered the boy, abashed by the imposing appearance of his companion.

The Demon actually smiled at this speech,--a smile that was
almost reassuring.

"I am not sorry," he said, in kindlier tone, "for it is not much
pleasure waiting century after century for some one to command my
services.  I have often thought my existence uncalled for, since you
Earth people are so stupid and ignorant that you seem unlikely ever to
master the secret of electrical power."

"Oh, we have some great masters among us!" cried Rob, rather nettled
at this statement.  "Now, there's Edison--"

"Edison!" exclaimed the Demon, with a faint sneer; "what does he know?"

"Lots of things," declared the boy.  "He's invented no end of
wonderful electrical things."

"You are wrong to call them wonderful," replied the Demon, lightly.
"He really knows little more than yourself about the laws that control
electricity.  His inventions are trifling things in comparison with
the really wonderful results to be obtained by one who would actually
know how to direct the electric powers instead of groping blindly
after insignificant effects.  Why, I've stood for months by Edison's
elbow, hoping and longing for him to touch the Master Key; but I can
see plainly he will never accomplish it."

"Then there's Tesla," said the boy.

The Demon laughed.

"There is Tesla, to be sure," he said.  "But what of him?"

"Why, he's discovered a powerful light," the Demon gave an amused
chuckle, "and he's in communication with the people in Mars."

"What people?"

"Why, the people who live there."

"There are none."

This great statement almost took Rob's breath away, and caused him to
stare hard at his visitor.

"It's generally thought," he resumed, in an annoyed tone, "that Mars
has inhabitants who are far in advance of ourselves in civilization.
Many scientific men think the people of Mars have been trying to
signal us for years, only we don't understand their signals.  And
great novelists have written about the Martians and their wonderful
civilization, and--"

"And they all know as much about that little planet as you do
yourself," interrupted the Demon, impatiently.  "The trouble with you
Earth people is that you delight in guessing about what you can not
know.  Now I happen to know all about Mars, because I can traverse all
space and have had ample leisure to investigate the different planets.
Mars is not peopled at all, nor is any other of the planets you
recognize in the heavens.  Some contain low orders of beasts, to be
sure, but Earth alone has an intelligent, thinking, reasoning
population, and your scientists and novelists would do better trying
to comprehend their own planet than in groping through space to
unravel the mysteries of barren and unimportant worlds."

Rob listened to this with surprise and disappointment; but he
reflected that the Demon ought to know what he was talking about, so
he did not venture to contradict him.

"It is really astonishing," continued the Apparition, "how little you
people have learned about electricity.  It is an Earth element that
has existed since the Earth itself was formed, and if you but
understood its proper use humanity would be marvelously benefited in
many ways."

"We are, already," protested Rob; "our discoveries in electricity have
enabled us to live much more conveniently."

"Then imagine your condition were you able fully to control this great
element," replied the other, gravely.  "The weaknesses and privations
of mankind would be converted into power and luxury."

"That's true, Mr.--Mr.--Demon," said the boy.  "Excuse me if I don't
get your name right, but I understood you to say you are a demon."

"Certainly.  The Demon of Electricity."

"But electricity is a good thing, you know, and--and--"

"Well?"

"I've always understood that demons were bad things," added Rob, boldly.

"Not necessarily," returned his visitor.  "If you will take the
trouble to consult your dictionary, you will find that demons may be
either good or bad, like any other class of beings.  Originally all
demons were good, yet of late years people have come to consider all
demons evil.  I do not know why.  Should you read Hesiod you will find
he says:


'Soon was a world of holy demons made,
Aerial spirits, by great Jove designed
To be on earth the guardians of mankind.'"


"But Jove was himself a myth," objected Rob, who had been
studying mythology.

The Demon shrugged his shoulders.

"Then take the words of Mr. Shakespeare, to whom you all defer," he
replied.  "Do you not remember that he says:


'Thy demon (that's thy spirit which keeps thee) is
Noble, courageous, high, unmatchable.'"


"Oh, if Shakespeare says it, that's all right," answered the boy.
"But it seems you're more like a genius, for you answer the summons of
the Master Key of Electricity in the same way Aladdin's genius
answered the rubbing of the lamp."

"To be sure.  A demon is also a genius; and a genius is a demon," said
the Being.  "What matters a name?  I am here to do your bidding."



3.  The Three Gifts


Familiarity with any great thing removes our awe of it.  The great
general is only terrible to the enemy; the great poet is frequently
scolded by his wife; the children of the great statesman clamber about
his knees with perfect trust and impunity; the great actor who is
called before the curtain by admiring audiences is often waylaid at
the stage door by his creditors.

So Rob, having conversed for a time with the glorious Demon of
Electricity, began to regard him with more composure and less awe, as
his eyes grew more and more accustomed to the splendor that at first
had well-nigh blinded them.

When the Demon announced himself ready to do the boy's bidding, he
frankly replied:

"I am no skilled electrician, as you very well know.  My calling you
here was an accident.  So I don't know how to command you, nor what to
ask you to do."

"But I must not take advantage of your ignorance," answered the Demon.
"Also, I am quite anxious to utilize this opportunity to show the
world what a powerful element electricity really is.  So permit me to
inform you that, having struck the Master Key, you are at liberty to
demand from me three gifts each week for three successive weeks.
These gifts, provided they are within the scope of electricity,
I will grant."

Rob shook his head regretfully.

"If I were a great electrician I should know what to ask," he said.
"But I am too ignorant to take advantage of your kind offer."

"Then," replied the Demon, "I will myself suggest the gifts, and they
will be of such a character that the Earth people will learn the
possibilities that lie before them and be encouraged to work more
intelligently and to persevere in mastering those natural and simple
laws which control electricity.  For one of the greatest errors they
now labor under is that electricity is complicated and hard to
understand.  It is really the simplest Earth element, lying within
easy reach of any one who stretches out his hand to grasp and control
its powers."

Rob yawned, for he thought the Demon's speeches were growing rather
tiresome.  Perhaps the genius noticed this rudeness, for he continued:

"I regret, of course, that you are a boy instead of a grown man, for
it will appear singular to your friends that so thoughtless a youth
should seemingly have mastered the secrets that have baffled your most
learned scientists.  But that can not be helped, and presently you
will become, through my aid, the most powerful and wonderful personage
in all the world."

"Thank you," said Rob, meekly.  "It'll be no end of fun."

"Fun!" echoed the Demon, scornfully.  "But never mind; I must use the
material Fate has provided for me, and make the best of it."

"What will you give me first?" asked the boy, eagerly.

"That requires some thought," returned the Demon, and paused for
several moments, while Rob feasted his eyes upon the gorgeous rays of
color that flashed and vibrated in every direction and surrounded the
figure of his visitor with an intense glow that resembled a halo.

Then the Demon raised his head and said:

"The thing most necessary to man is food to nourish his body.  He
passes a considerable part of his life in the struggle to procure
food, to prepare it properly, and in the act of eating.  This is not
right.  Your body can not be very valuable to you if all your time is
required to feed it.  I shall, therefore, present you, as my first
gift, this box of tablets.  Within each tablet are stored certain
elements of electricity which are capable of nourishing a human body
for a full day.  All you need do is to toss one into your mouth each
day and swallow it.  It will nourish you, satisfy your hunger and
build up your health and strength.  The ordinary food of mankind is
more or less injurious; this is entirely beneficial.  Moreover, you
may carry enough tablets in your pocket to last for months."

Here he presented Rob the silver box of tablets, and the boy, somewhat
nervously, thanked him for the gift.

"The next requirement of man," continued the Demon, "is defense from
his enemies.  I notice with sorrow that men frequently have wars and
kill one another.  Also, even in civilized communities, man is in
constant danger from highwaymen, cranks and policemen.  To defend
himself he uses heavy and dangerous guns, with which to destroy his
enemies.  This is wrong.  He has no right to take away what he can not
bestow; to destroy what he can not create.  To kill a fellow-creature
is a horrid crime, even if done in self-defense.  Therefore, my second
gift to you is this little tube.  You may carry it within your pocket.
Whenever an enemy threatens you, be it man or beast, simply point the
tube and press this button in the handle.  An electric current will
instantly be directed upon your foe, rendering him wholly unconscious
for the period of one hour.  During that time you will have
opportunity to escape.  As for your enemy, after regaining
consciousness he will suffer no inconvenience from the encounter
beyond a slight headache."

"That's fine!" said Rob, as he took the tube.  It was scarcely six
inches long, and hollow at one end.

"The busy lives of men," proceeded the Demon, "require them to move
about and travel in all directions.  Yet to assist them there are only
such crude and awkward machines as electric trolleys, cable cars,
steam railways and automobiles.  These crawl slowly over the uneven
surface of the earth and frequently get out of order.  It has grieved
me that men have not yet discovered what even birds know: that the
atmosphere offers them swift and easy means of traveling from one part
of the earth's surface to another."

"Some people have tried to build airships," remarked Rob.

"So they have; great, unwieldy machines which offer so much resistance
to the air that they are quite useless.  A big machine is not needed
to carry one through the air.  There are forces in nature which may be
readily used for such purpose.  Tell me, what holds you to the Earth,
and makes a stone fall to the ground?"

"Attraction of gravitation," said Rob, promptly.

"Exactly.  That is one force I refer to," said the Demon.  "The force
of repulsion, which is little known, but just as powerful, is another
that mankind may direct.  Then there are the Polar electric forces,
attracting objects toward the north or south poles.  You have guessed
something of this by the use of the compass, or electric needle.
Opposed to these is centrifugal electric force, drawing objects from
east to west, or in the opposite direction.  This force is created by
the whirl of the earth upon its axis, and is easily utilized, although
your scientific men have as yet paid little attention to it.

"These forces, operating in all directions, absolute and immutable,
are at the disposal of mankind.  They will carry you through the
atmosphere wherever and whenever you choose.  That is, if you know
how to control them.  Now, here is a machine I have myself perfected."

The Demon drew from his pocket something that resembled an open-faced
watch, having a narrow, flexible band attached to it.

"When you wish to travel," said he, "attach this little machine to
your left wrist by means of the band.  It is very light and will not
be in your way.  On this dial are points marked 'up' and 'down' as well
as a perfect compass.  When you desire to rise into the air set the
indicator to the word 'up,' using a finger of your right hand to turn
it.  When you have risen as high as you wish, set the indicator to the
point of the compass you want to follow and you will be carried by the
proper electric force in that direction.  To descend, set the
indicator to the word 'down.'  Do you understand?"

"Perfectly!" cried Rob, taking the machine from the Demon with
unfeigned delight.  "This is really wonderful, and I'm awfully obliged
to you!"

"Don't mention it," returned the Demon, dryly.  "These three gifts you
may amuse yourself with for the next week.  It seems hard to entrust
such great scientific discoveries to the discretion of a mere boy; but
they are quite harmless, so if you exercise proper care you can not
get into trouble through their possession.  And who knows what
benefits to humanity may result?  One week from to-day, at this hour,
I will again appear to you, at which time you shall receive the second
series of electrical gifts."

"I'm not sure," said Rob, "that I shall be able again to make the
connections that will strike the Master Key."

"Probably not," answered the Demon.  "Could you accomplish that, you
might command my services forever.  But, having once succeeded, you
are entitled to the nine gifts--three each week for three weeks--so
you have no need to call me to do my duty.  I shall appear of my
own accord."

"Thank you," murmured the boy.

The Demon bowed and spread his hands in the form of a semi-circle.  An
instant later there was a blinding flash, and when Rob recovered from
it and opened his eyes the Demon of Electricity had disappeared.



4.  Testing the Instruments


There is little doubt that this strange experience befallen a grown
man he would have been stricken with a fit of trembling or a sense of
apprehension, or even fear, at the thought of having faced the
terrible Demon of Electricity, of having struck the Master Key of the
world's greatest natural forces, and finding himself possessed of
three such wonderful and useful gifts.  But a boy takes everything as
a matter of course.  As the tree of knowledge sprouts and expands
within him, shooting out leaf after leaf of practical experience, the
succession of surprises dulls his faculty of wonderment.  It takes a
great deal to startle a boy.

Rob was full of delight at his unexpected good fortune; but he did not
stop to consider that there was anything remarkably queer or uncanny
in the manner in which it had come to him.  His chief sensation was
one of pride.  He would now be able to surprise those who had made
fun of his electrical craze and force them to respect his marvelous
powers.  He decided to say nothing about the Demon or the accidental
striking of the Master Key.  In exhibiting to his friends the
electrical devices he had acquired it would be "no end of fun" to mark
their amazement and leave them to guess how he performed his feats.

So he put his treasures into his pocket, locked his workshop and went
downstairs to his room to prepare for dinner.

While brushing his hair he remembered it was no longer necessary for
him to eat ordinary food.  He was feeling quite hungry at that moment,
for he had a boy's ravenous appetite; but, taking the silver box from
his pocket, he swallowed a tablet and at once felt his hunger as fully
satisfied as if he had partaken of a hearty meal, while at the same
time he experienced an exhilarating glow throughout his body
and a clearness of brain and gaiety of spirits which filled him
with intense gratification.

Still, he entered the dining-room when the bell rang and found his
father and mother and sisters already assembled there.

"Where have you been all day, Robert?" inquired his mother.

"No need to ask," said Mr. Joslyn, with a laugh.  "Fussing over
electricity, I'll bet a cookie!"

"I do wish," said the mother, fretfully, "that he would get over that
mania.  It unfits him for anything else."

"Precisely," returned her husband, dishing the soup; "but it fits him
for a great career when he becomes a man.  Why shouldn't he spend his
summer vacation in pursuit of useful knowledge instead of romping
around like ordinary boys?"

"No soup, thank you," said Rob.

"What!" exclaimed his father, looking at him in surprise, "it's your
favorite soup."

"I know," said Rob, quietly, "but I don't want any."

"Are you ill, Robert?" asked his mother.

"Never felt better in my life," answered Rob, truthfully.

Yet Mrs. Joslyn looked worried, and when Rob refused the roast, she
was really shocked.

"Let me feel your pulse, my poor boy!" she commanded, and wondered to
find it so regular.

In fact, Rob's action surprised them all.  He sat calmly throughout
the meal, eating nothing, but apparently in good health and spirits,
while even his sisters regarded him with troubled countenances.

"He's worked too hard, I guess," said Mr. Joslyn, shaking his head sadly.

"Oh, no; I haven't," protested Rob; "but I've decided not to eat
anything, hereafter.  It's a bad habit, and does more harm than good."

"Wait till breakfast," said sister Helen, with a laugh; "you'll be
hungry enough by that time."

However, the boy had no desire for food at breakfast time, either, as
the tablet sufficed for an entire day.  So he renewed the anxiety of
the family by refusing to join them at the table.

"If this goes on," Mr Joslyn said to his son, when breakfast was
finished, "I shall be obliged to send you away for your health."

"I think of making a trip this morning," said Rob, carelessly.

"Where to?"

"Oh, I may go to Boston, or take a run over to Cuba or Jamaica,"
replied the boy.

"But you can not go so far by yourself," declared his father; "and
there is no one to go with you, just now.  Nor can I spare the money
at present for so expensive a trip."

"Oh, it won't cost anything," replied Rob, with a smile.

Mr. Joslyn looked upon him gravely and sighed.  Mrs. Joslyn bent over
her son with tears in her eyes and said:

"This electrical nonsense has affected your mind, dear.  You must
promise me to keep away from that horrid workshop for a time."

"I won't enter it for a week," he answered.  "But you needn't worry
about me.  I haven't been experimenting with electricity all this time
for nothing, I can tell you.  As for my health, I'm as well and strong
as any boy need be, and there's nothing wrong with my head, either.
Common folks always think great men are crazy, but Edison and Tesla
and I don't pay any attention to that.  We've got our discoveries to
look after.  Now, as I said, I'm going for a little trip in the
interests of science.  I may be back to-night, or I may be gone
several days.  Anyhow, I'll be back in a week, and you mustn't worry
about me a single minute."

"How are you going?" inquired his father, in the gentle, soothing tone
persons use in addressing maniacs.

"Through the air," said Rob.

His father groaned.

"Where's your balloon?" inquired sister Mabel, sarcastically.

"I don't need a balloon," returned the boy.  "That's a clumsy way of
traveling, at best.  I shall go by electric propulsion."

"Good gracious!" cried Mr. Joslyn, and the mother murmured: "My poor
boy! my poor boy!"

"As you are my nearest relatives," continued Rob, not noticing these
exclamations, "I will allow you to come into the back yard and see me
start.  You will then understand something of my electrical powers."

They followed him at once, although with unbelieving faces, and on the
way Rob clasped the little machine to his left wrist, so that his coat
sleeve nearly hid it.

When they reached the lawn at the back of the house Rob kissed them
all good-by, much to his sisters' amusement, and turned the indicator
of the little instrument to the word "up."

Immediately he began to rise into the air.

"Don't worry about me!" he called down to them.  "Good-by!"

Mrs. Joslyn, with a scream of terror, hid her face in her hands.

"He'll break his neck!" cried the astounded father, tipping back his
head to look after his departing son.

"Come back!  Come back!" shouted the girls to the soaring adventurer.

"I will--some day!" was the far-away answer.

Having risen high enough to pass over the tallest tree or steeple, Rob
put the indicator to the east of the compass-dial and at once began
moving rapidly in that direction.

The sensation was delightful.  He rode as gently as a feather floats,
without any exertion at all on his own part; yet he moved so swiftly
that he easily distanced a railway train that was speeding in the
same direction.

"This is great!" reflected the youth.  "Here I am, traveling in fine
style, without a penny to pay any one!  And I've enough food to last
me a month in my coat pocket.  This electricity is the proper stuff,
after all!  And the Demon's a trump, and no mistake.  Whee-ee!  How
small everything looks down below there.  The people are bugs, and the
houses are soap-boxes, and the trees are like clumps of grass.  I seem
to be passing over a town.  Guess I'll drop down a bit, and take in
the sights."

He pointed the indicator to the word "down," and at once began
dropping through the air.  He experienced the sensation one feels
while descending in an elevator.  When he reached a point just above
the town he put the indicator to the zero mark and remained
stationary, while he examined the place.  But there was nothing to
interest him, particularly; so after a brief survey he once more
ascended and continued his journey toward the east.

At about two o'clock in the afternoon he reached the city of Boston,
and alighting unobserved in a quiet street he walked around for
several hours enjoying the sights and wondering what people would
think of him if they but knew his remarkable powers.  But as he looked
just like any other boy no one noticed him in any way.

It was nearly evening, and Rob had wandered down by the wharves to
look at the shipping, when his attention was called to an ugly looking
bull dog, which ran toward him and began barking ferociously.

"Get out!" said the boy, carelessly, and made a kick at the brute.

The dog uttered a fierce growl and sprang upon him with bared teeth
and flashing red eyes.  Instantly Rob drew the electric tube from his
pocket, pointed it at the dog and pressed the button.  Almost at the
same moment the dog gave a yelp, rolled over once or twice and lay still.

"I guess that'll settle him," laughed the boy; but just then he heard
an angry shout, and looking around saw a policeman running toward him.

"Kill me dog, will ye--eh?" yelled the officer; "well, I'll just
run ye in for that same, an' ye'll spend the night in the lockup!"
And on he came, with drawn club in one hand and a big revolver
in the other.

"You'll have to catch me first," said Rob, still laughing, and to the
amazement of the policeman he began rising straight into the air.

"Come down here!  Come down, or I'll shoot!" shouted the fellow,
flourishing his revolver.

Rob was afraid he would; so, to avoid accidents, he pointed the tube
at him and pressed the button.  The red-whiskered policeman keeled
over quite gracefully and fell across the body of the dog, while Rob
continued to mount upward until he was out of sight of those
in the streets.

"That was a narrow escape," he thought, breathing more freely.
"I hated to paralyze that policeman, but he might have sent a
bullet after me.  Anyhow, he'll be all right again in an hour,
so I needn't worry."

It was beginning to grow dark, and he wondered what he should do next.
Had he possessed any money he would have descended to the town and
taken a bed at a hotel, but he had left home without a single penny.
Fortunately the nights were warm at this season, so he determined to
travel all night, that he might reach by morning some place he had
never before visited.

Cuba had always interested him, and he judged it ought to lie in a
southeasterly direction from Boston.  So he set the indicator to that
point and began gliding swiftly toward the southeast.

He now remembered that it was twenty-four hours since he had eaten the
first electrical tablet.  As he rode through the air he consumed
another.  All hunger at once left him, while he felt the same
invigorating sensations as before.

After a time the moon came out, and Rob amused himself gazing at the
countless stars in the sky and wondering if the Demon was right when
he said the world was the most important of all the planets.

But presently he grew sleepy, and before he realized what was
happening he had fallen into a sound and peaceful slumber, while the
indicator still pointed to the southeast and he continued to move
rapidly through the cool night air.



5.  The Cannibal Island


Doubtless the adventures of the day had tired Rob, for he slept
throughout the night as comfortably as if he had been within his own
room, lying upon his own bed.  When, at last, he opened his eyes and
gazed sleepily about him, he found himself over a great body of water,
moving along with considerable speed.

"It's the ocean, of course," he said to himself.  "I haven't reached
Cuba yet."

It is to be regretted that Rob's knowledge of geography was so
superficial; for, as he had intended to reach Cuba, he should have
taken a course almost southwest from Boston, instead of southeast.
The sad result of his ignorance you will presently learn, for during
the entire day he continued to travel over a boundless waste of ocean,
without the sight of even an island to cheer him.

The sun shone so hot that he regretted he had not brought an umbrella.
But he wore a wide-brimmed straw hat, which protected him somewhat,
and he finally discovered that by rising to a considerable distance
above the ocean he avoided the reflection of the sun upon the water
and also came with the current of good breeze.

Of course he dared no stop, for there was no place to land; so he
calmly continued his journey.

"It may be I've missed Cuba," he thought; "but I can not change my
course now, for if I did I might get lost, and never be able to find
land again.  If I keep on as I am I shall be sure to reach land of
some sort, in time, and when I wish to return home I can set the indicator
to the northwest and that will take me directly back to Boston."

This was good reasoning, but the rash youth had no idea he was
speeding over the ocean, or that he was destined to arrive shortly at
the barbarous island of Brava, off the coast of Africa.  Yet such was
the case; just as the sun sank over the edge of the waves he saw, to
his great relief, a large island directly in his path.

He dropped to a lower position in the air, and when he judged himself
to be over the center of the island he turned the indicator to zero
and stopped short.

The country was beautifully wooded, while pretty brooks sparkled
through the rich green foliage of the trees.  The island sloped
upwards from the sea-coast in all directions, rising to a hill that
was almost a mountain in the center.  There were two open spaces, one
on each side of the island, and Rob saw that these spaces were
occupied by queer-looking huts built from brushwood and branches of
trees.  This showed that the island was inhabited, but as Rob had no
idea what island it was he wisely determined not to meet the natives
until he had discovered what they were like and whether they were
disposed to be friendly.

So he moved over the hill, the top of which proved to be a flat,
grass-covered plateau about fifty feet in diameter.  Finding it could
not be easily reached from below, on account of its steep sides, and
contained neither men nor animals, he alighted on the hill-top and
touched his feet to the earth for the first time in twenty-four hours.

The ride through the air had not tired him in the least; in fact, he
felt as fresh and vigorous as if he had been resting throughout the
journey.  As he walked upon the soft grass of the plateau he felt
elated, and compared himself to the explorers of ancient days; for it
was evident that civilization had not yet reached this delightful spot.

There was scarcely any twilight in this tropical climate and it grew
dark quickly.  Within a few minutes the entire island, save where he
stood, became dim and indistinct.  He ate his daily tablet, and after
watching the red glow fade in the western sky and the gray shadows of
night settle around him he stretched himself comfortably upon the grass
and went to sleep.

The events of the day must have deepened his slumber, for when he
awoke the sun was shining almost directly over him, showing that the
day was well advanced.  He stood up, rubbed the sleep from his eyes
and decided he would like a drink of water.  From where he stood he
could see several little brooks following winding paths through the
forest, so he settled upon one that seemed farthest from the brushwood
villages, and turning his indicator in that direction soon floated
through the air to a sheltered spot upon the bank.

Kneeling down, he enjoyed a long, refreshing drink of the clear water,
but as he started to regain his feet a coil of rope was suddenly
thrown about him, pinning his arms to his sides and rendering him
absolutely helpless.

At the same time his ears were saluted with a wild chattering in an
unknown tongue, and he found himself surrounded by a group of natives
of hideous appearance.  They were nearly naked, and bore spears and
heavy clubs as their only weapons.  Their hair was long, curly, and
thick as bushes, and through their noses and ears were stuck the teeth
of sharks and curious metal ornaments.

These creatures had stolen upon Rob so quietly that he had not heard a
sound, but now they jabbered loudly, as if much excited.

Finally one fat and somewhat aged native, who seemed to be a chief,
came close to Rob and said, in broken English:

"How get here?"

"I flew," said the boy, with a grin.

The chief shook his head, saying:

"No boat come.  How white man come?"

"Through the air," replied Rob, who was rather flattered at being
called a "man."

The chief looked into the air with a puzzled expression and shook his
head again.

"White man lie," he said calmly.

Then he held further conversation with his fellows, after which he
turned to Rob and announced:

"Me see white man many times.  Come in big boats.  White man all bad.
Make kill with bang-sticks.  We kill white man with club.  Then we eat
white man.  Dead white man good.  Live white man bad!"

This did not please Rob at all.  The idea of being eaten by savages
had never occurred to him as a sequel to his adventures.  So he said
rather anxiously to the chief.

"Look here, old fellow; do you want to die?"

"Me no die.  You die," was the reply.

"You'll die, too, if you eat me," said Rob.  "I'm full of poison."

"Poison?  Don't know poison," returned the chief, much perplexed to
understand him.

"Well, poison will make you sick--awful sick.  Then you'll die.  I'm
full of it; eat it every day for breakfast.  It don't hurt white men,
you see, but it kills black men quicker than the bang-stick."

The chief listened to this statement carefully, but only understood it
in part.  After a moment's reflection he declared:

"White man lie.  Lie all time.  Me eat plenty white man.  Never get
sick; never die."  Then he added, with renewed cheerfulness: "Me eat
you, too!"

Before Rob could think of a further protest, his captors caught up the
end of the rope and led him away through the forest.  He was tightly
bound, and one strand of rope ran across the machine on his wrist and
pressed it into his flesh until the pain was severe.  But he resolved
to be brave, whatever happened, so he stumbled along after the savages
without a word.

After a brief journey they came to a village, where Rob was thrust
into a brushwood hut and thrown upon the ground, still tightly bound.

"We light fire," said the chief.  "Then kill little white man.  Then
eat him."

With this comforting promise he went away and left Rob alone to think
the matter over.

"This is tough," reflected the boy, with a groan.  "I never expected
to feed cannibals.  Wish I was at home with mother and dad and the
girls.  Wish I'd never seen the Demon of Electricity and his wonderful
inventions.  I was happy enough before I struck that awful Master Key.
And now I'll be eaten--with salt and pepper, probably.  Wonder if
there'll be any gravy.  Perhaps they'll boil me, with biscuits, as
mother does chickens.  Oh-h-h-h-h!  It's just awful!"

In the midst of these depressing thoughts he became aware that
something was hurting his back.  After rolling over he found that he
had been lying upon a sharp stone that stuck out of the earth.  This
gave him an idea.  He rolled upon the stone again and began rubbing
the rope that bound him against the sharp edge.

Outside he could hear the crackling of fagots and the roar of a
newly-kindled fire, so he knew he had no time to spare.  He wriggled
and pushed his body right and left, right and left, sawing away at the
rope, until the strain and exertion started the perspiration from
every pore.

At length the rope parted, and hastily uncoiling it from his body Rob
stood up and rubbed his benumbed muscles and tried to regain his lost
breath.  He had not freed himself a moment too soon, he found, for
hearing a grunt of surprise behind him he turned around and saw a
native standing in the door of the hut.

Rob laughed, for he was not a bit afraid of the blacks now.  As the
native made a rush toward him the boy drew the electric tube from his
pocket, pointed it at the foe, and pressed the button.  The fellow
sank to the earth without even a groan, and lay still.

Then another black entered, followed by the fat chief.  When they saw
Rob at liberty, and their comrade lying apparently dead, the chief
cried out in surprise, using some expressive words in his own language.

"If it's just the same to you, old chap," said Rob, coolly, "I won't
be eaten to-day.  You can make a pie of that fellow on the ground."

"No!  We eat you," cried the chief, angrily.  "You cut rope, but no
get away; no boat!"

"I don't need a boat, thank you," said the boy; and then, as the other
native sprang forward, he pointed the tube and laid him out beside his
first victim.

At this act the chief stood an instant in amazed uncertainty.  Then he
turned and rushed from the hut.

Laughing with amusement at the waddling, fat figure, Rob followed the
chief and found himself standing almost in the center of the native
village.  A big fire was blazing merrily and the blacks were busy
making preparations for a grand feast.

Rob was quickly surrounded by a crowd of the villagers, who chattered
fiercely and made threatening motions in his direction; but as the
chief cried out to them a warning in the native tongue they kept a
respectful distance and contented themselves with brandishing their
spears and clubs.

"If any of your fellows come nearer," Rob said to the fat chief, "I'll
knock 'em over."

"What you make do?" asked the chief, nervously.

"Watch sharp, and you'll see," answered Rob.  Then he made a mocking
bow to the circle and continued: "I'm pleased to have met you fellows,
and proud to think you like me well enough to want to eat me; but I'm
in a bit of a hurry to-day, so I can't stop to be digested."  After
which, as the crowd broke into a hum of surprise, he added: "Good-day,
black folks!" and quickly turned the indicator of his traveling
machine to the word "up."

Slowly he rose into the air, until his heels were just above the
gaping blacks; but there he stopped short.  With a thrill of fear he
glanced at the indicator.  It was pointed properly, and he knew at once
that something was wrong with the delicate mechanism that controlled
it.  Probably the pressure of the rope across its face, when he was
bound, had put it out of order.  There he was, seven feet in the air,
but without the power to rise an inch farther.

This short flight, however, had greatly astonished the blacks, who,
seeing his body suspended in mid-air, immediately hailed him as a god,
and prostrated themselves upon the ground before him.

The fat chief had seen something of white men in his youth, and had
learned to mistrust them.  So, while he remained as prostrate as the
rest, he peeped at Rob with one of his little black eyes and saw that
the boy was ill at ease, and seemed both annoyed and frightened.

So he muttered some orders to the man next him, who wriggled along the
ground until he had reached a position behind Rob, when he rose and
pricked the suspended "god" with the point of his spear.

"Ouch!" yelled the boy; "stop that!"

He twisted his head around, and seeing the black again make a movement
with the spear, Rob turned his electric tube upon him and keeled him
over like a ten-pin.

The natives, who had looked up at his cry of pain, again prostrated
themselves, kicking their toes against the ground in a terrified
tattoo at this new evidence of the god's powers.

The situation was growing somewhat strained by this time, and Rob did
not know what the savages would decide to do next; so he thought it
best to move away from them, since he was unable to rise to a greater
height.  He turned the indicator towards the south, where a level
space appeared between the trees; but instead of taking that direction
he moved towards the northeast, a proof that his machine had now become
absolutely unreliable.  Moreover, he was slowly approaching the fire,
which, although it had ceased blazing, was a mass of glowing red embers.

In his excitement he turned the indicator this way and that, trying to
change the direction of his flight, but the only result of his
endeavor was to carry him directly over the fire, where he came to a
full stop.

"Murder!  Help!  Fire and blazes!" he cried, as he felt the glow of
the coals beneath him.  "I'll be roasted, after all!  Here; help,
Fatty, help!"

The fat chief sprang to his feet and came to the rescue.  He reached
up, caught Rob by the heels, and pulled him down to the ground, away
from the fire.  But the next moment, as he clung to the boy's feet,
they both soared into the air again, and, although now far enough from
the fire to escape its heat, the savage, finding himself lifted from
the earth, uttered a scream of horror and let go of Rob, to fall head
over heels upon the ground.

The other blacks had by this time regained their feet, and now they
crowded around their chief and set him upright again.

Rob continued to float in the air, just above their heads, and now
abandoned all thoughts of escaping by means of his wrecked traveling
machine.  But he resolved to regain a foothold upon the earth and take
his chances of escape by running rather than flying.  So he turned the
indicator to the word "down," and very slowly it obeyed, allowing him,
to his great relief, to sink gently to the ground.



6.  The Buccaneers


Once more the blacks formed a circle around our adventurer, who coolly
drew his tube and said to the chief:

"Tell your people I'm going to walk away through those trees, and if
any one dares to interfere with me I'll paralyze him."

The chief understood enough English to catch his meaning, and repeated
the message to his men.  Having seen the terrible effect of the
electric tube they wisely fell back and allowed the boy to pass.

He marched through their lines with a fine air of dignity, although he
was fearful lest some of the blacks should stick a spear into him or bump
his head with a war-club.  But they were awed by the wonders they had seen
and were still inclined to believe him a god, so he was not molested.

When he found himself outside the village he made for the high plateau
in the center of the island, where he could be safe from the cannibals
while he collected his thoughts.  But when he reached the place he
found the sides so steep he could not climb them, so he adjusted the
indicator to the word "up" and found it had still had enough power to
support his body while he clambered up the rocks to the level,
grass-covered space at the top.

Then, reclining upon his back, he gave himself up to thoughts of
how he might escape from his unpleasant predicament.

"Here I am, on a cannibal island, hundreds of miles from civilization,
with no way to get back," he reflected.  "The family will look for me
every day, and finally decide I've broken my neck.  The Demon will
call upon me when the week is up and won't find me at home; so I'll
miss the next three gifts.  I don't mind that so much, for they might
bring me into worst scrapes than this.  But how am I to get away from
this beastly island?  I'll be eaten, after all, if I don't look out!"

These and similar thoughts occupied him for some time, yet in spite of
much planning and thinking he could find no practical means of escape.

At the end of an hour he looked over the edge of the plateau and found
it surrounded by a ring of the black cannibals, who had calmly seated
themselves to watch his movements.

"Perhaps they intend to starve me into surrender," he thought; "but
they won't succeed so long as my tablets hold out.  And if, in time,
they should starve me, I'll be too thin and tough to make good eating;
so I'll get the best of them, anyhow."

Then he again lay down and began to examine his electrical traveling
machine.  He did not dare take it apart, fearing he might not be able
to get it together again, for he knew nothing at all about its
construction.  But he discovered two little dents on the edge, one on
each side, which had evidently been caused by the pressure of the rope.

"If I could get those dents out," he thought, "the machine might work."

He first tried to pry out the edges with his pocket knife, but the
attempt resulted in failure,  Then, as the sides seemed a little
bulged outward by the dents, he placed the machine between two flat
stones and pressed them together until the little instrument was
nearly round again.  The dents remained, to be sure, but he hoped he
had removed the pressure upon the works.

There was just one way to discover how well he had succeeded,
so he fastened the machine to his wrist and turned the indicator
to the word "up."

Slowly he ascended, this time to a height of nearly twenty feet.  Then
his progress became slower and finally ceased altogether.

"That's a little better," he thought.  "Now let's see if it will
go sidewise."

He put the indicator to "north-west,"--the direction of home--and very
slowly the machine obeyed and carried him away from the plateau and
across the island.

The natives saw him go, and springing to their feet began uttering
excited shouts and throwing their spears at him.  But he was already
so high and so far away that they failed to reach him, and the boy
continued his journey unharmed.

Once the branches of a tall tree caught him and nearly tipped him
over; but he managed to escape others by drawing up his feet.  At
last he was free of the island and traveling over the ocean again.  He
was not at all sorry to bid good-by to the cannibal island, but he was
worried about the machine, which clearly was not in good working
order.  The vast ocean was beneath him, and he moved no faster than an
ordinary walk.

"At this rate I'll get home some time next year,"  he grumbled.
"However, I suppose I ought to be glad the machine works at all."  And
he really was glad.

All the afternoon and all the long summer night he moved slowly over
the water.  It was annoying to go at "a reg'lar jog-trot," as Rob
called it, after his former swift flight; but there was no help for it.

Just as dawn was breaking he saw in the distance a small vessel,
sailing in the direction he was following, yet scarcely moving for
lack of wind.  He soon caught up with it, but saw no one on deck, and
the craft had a dingy and uncared-for appearance that was not
reassuring.  But after hovering over it for some time Rob decided to
board the ship and rest for a while.  He alighted near the bow, where
the deck was highest, and was about to explore the place when a man
came out of the low cabin and espied him.

This person had a most villainous countenance, and was dark-skinned,
black-bearded and dressed in an outlandish, piratical costume.  On
seeing the boy he gave a loud shout and was immediately joined by four
companions, each as disagreeable in appearance as the first.

Rob knew there would be trouble the moment he looked at this evil
crew, and when they drew their daggers and pistols and began fiercely
shouting in an unknown tongue, the boy sighed and took the electric tube
from his coat pocket.

The buccaneers did not notice the movement, but rushed upon him so
quickly that he had to press the button at a lively rate.  The tube
made no noise at all, so it was a strange and remarkable sight to see
the pirates suddenly drop to the deck and lie motionless.  Indeed, one
was so nearly upon him when the electric current struck him that his
head, in falling, bumped into Rob's stomach and sent him reeling
against the side of the vessel.

He quickly recovered himself, and seeing his enemies were rendered
harmless, the boy entered the cabin and examined it curiously.  It was
dirty and ill-smelling enough, but the corners and spare berths were
heaped with merchandise of all kinds which had been taken from those
so unlucky as to have met these cruel and desperate men.

After a short inspection of the place he returned to the deck and
again seated himself in the bow.

The crippled condition of his traveling machine was now his chief
trouble, and although a good breeze had sprung up to fill the sails
and the little bark was making fair headway, Rob knew he could never
expect to reach home unless he could discover a better mode of
conveyance than this.

He unstrapped the machine from his wrist to examine it better, and
while holding it carelessly in his hand it slipped and fell with a
bang to the deck, striking upon its round edge and rolling quickly
past the cabin and out of sight.  With a cry of alarm he ran after it,
and after much search found it lying against the bulwark near the edge
of a scupper hole, where the least jar of the ship would have sent it
to the bottom of the ocean.  Rob hastily seized his treasure and upon
examining it found the fall had bulged the rim so that the old dents
scarcely showed at all.  But its original shape was more distorted
than ever, and Rob feared he had utterly ruined its delicate
mechanism.  Should this prove to be true, he might now consider
himself a prisoner of this piratical band, the members of which,
although temporarily disabled, would soon regain consciousness.

He sat in the bow, sadly thinking of his misfortunes, until he noticed
that one of the men began to stir.  The effect of the electric shock
conveyed by the tube was beginning to wear away, and now the buccaneer
sat up, rubbed his head in a bewildered fashion and looked around him.
When he saw Rob he gave a shout of rage and drew his knife, but one
motion of the electric tube made him cringe and slip away to the
cabin, where he remained out of danger.

And now the other four sat up, groaning and muttering in their
outlandish speech;  But they had no notion of facing Rob's tube a
second time, so one by one they joined their leader in the cabin,
leaving the boy undisturbed.

By this time the ship had begun to pitch and toss in an uncomfortable
fashion, and Rob noticed that the breeze had increased to a gale.
There being no one to look after the sails, the vessel was in grave
danger of capsizing or breaking her masts.  The waves were now running
high, too, and Rob began to be worried.

Presently the captain of the pirates stuck his head out of the cabin
door, jabbered some unintelligible words and pointed to the sails.
The boy nodded, for he understood they wanted to attend to the
rigging.  So the crew trooped forth, rather fearfully, and began to
reef the sails and put the ship into condition to weather the storm.

Rob paid no further attention to them.  He looked at his traveling
machine rather doubtfully and wondered if he dared risk its power to
carry him through the air.  Whether he remained in the ship or trusted
to the machine, he stood a good chance of dropping into the sea at any
moment.  So, while he hesitated, he attached the machine to his wrist
and leaned over the bulwarks to watch the progress of the storm.  He
might stay in the ship until it foundered, he thought, and then take
his chances with the machine.  He decided to wait until a climax arrived.

The climax came the next moment, for while he leaned over the bulwarks
the buccaneers stole up behind him and suddenly seized him in their
grasp.  While two of them held his arms the others searched his
pockets, taking from him the electric tube and the silver box
containing his tablets.  These they carried to the cabin and threw upon
the heap of other valuables they had stolen.  They did not notice his
traveling machine, however, but seeing him now unarmed they began
jeering and laughing at him, while the brutal captain relieved his
anger by giving the prisoner several malicious kicks.

Rob bore his misfortune meekly, although he was almost ready to cry
with grief and disappointment.  But when one of the pirates, to
inflict further punishment on the boy, came towards him with a heavy
strap, he resolved not to await the blow.

Turning the indicator to the word "up" he found, to his joy and
relief, that it would yet obey the influence of the power of
repulsion.  Seeing him rise into the air the fellow made a grab for
his foot and held it firmly, while his companions ran to help him.
Weight seemed to make no difference in the machine; it lifted the
pirate as well as Rob; it lifted another who clung to the first man's
leg, and another who clung to him.  The other two also caught hold,
hoping their united strength would pull him down, and the next minute
Rob was soaring through the air with the entire string of five
buccaneers dangling from his left leg.

At first the villains were too astounded to speak, but as they
realized that they were being carried through the air and away from
their ship they broke into loud shouts of dismay, and finally the one
who grasped Rob's leg lost his hold and the five plunged downward and
splashed into the sea.

Finding the machine disposed to work accurately, Rob left the
buccaneers to swim to the ship in the best way they could, while he
dropped down to the deck again and recovered from the cabin his box of
tablets and the electric tube.  The fellows were just scrambling on board
when he again escaped, shooting into the air with considerable speed.

Indeed, the instrument now worked better than at any time since he had
reached the cannibal island, and the boy was greatly delighted.

The wind at first sent him spinning away to the south, but he
continued to rise until he was above the air currents, and the storm
raged far beneath him.  Then he set the indicator to the northwest and
breathlessly waited to see if it would obey.  Hurrah! away he sped at
a fair rate of speed, while all his anxiety changed to a feeling of
sweet contentment.

His success had greatly surprised him, but he concluded that the jar
caused by dropping the instrument had relieved the pressure upon the
works, and so helped rather than harmed the free action of the
electric currents.

While he moved through the air with an easy, gliding motion he watched
with much interest the storm raging below.  Above his head the sun was
peacefully shining and the contrast was strange and impressive.  After
an hour or so the storm abated, or else he passed away from it, for
the deep blue of the ocean again greeted his eyes.  He dropped
downward until he was about a hundred feet above the water, when he
continued his northwesterly course.

But now he regretted having interfered for a moment with the action of
the machine, for his progress, instead of being swift as a bird's
flight, became slow and jerky, nor was he sure that the damaged
machine might not break down altogether at any moment.  Yet so far his
progress was in the right direction, and he resolved to experiment no
further with the instrument, but to let it go as it would, so long as
it supported him above the water.  However irregular the motion might
be, it was sure, if continued, to bring him to land in time, and that
was all he cared about just then.

When night fell his slumber was broken and uneasy, for he wakened more
than once with a start of fear that the machine had broken and he was
falling into the sea.  Sometimes he was carried along at a swift pace,
and again the machine scarcely worked at all; so his anxiety was excusable.

The following day was one of continued uneasiness for the boy, who
began to be harrassed by doubts as to whether, after all, he was moving
in the right direction.  The machine had failed at one time in this
respect and it might again.  He had lost all confidence in its accuracy.

In spite of these perplexities Rob passed the second night of his
uneven flight in profound slumber, being exhausted by the strain and
excitement he had undergone.  When he awoke at daybreak, he saw, to
his profound delight, that he was approaching land.

The rising sun found him passing over a big city, which he knew
to be Boston.

He did not stop.  The machine was so little to be depended upon that
he dared make no halt.  But he was obliged to alter the direction from
northwest to west, and the result of this slight change was so great a
reduction in speed that it was mid-day before he saw beneath him the
familiar village in which he lived.

Carefully marking the location of his father's house, he came to a
stop directly over it, and a few moments later he managed to land upon
the exact spot in the back yard whence he had taken his first
successful flight.



7.  The Demon Becomes Angry


When Rob had been hugged and kissed by his mother and sisters, and
even Mr. Joslyn had embraced him warmly, he gave them a brief account
of his adventures.  The story was received with many doubtful looks and
much grave shaking of heads, as was quite natural under the circumstances.

"I hope, my dear son," said the father, "that you have now passed
through enough dangers to last you a lifetime, so that hereafter you
will be contented to remain at home."

"Oh, Robert!" cried his mother, with tears in her loving eyes, "you
don't know how we've all worried about you for the past week!"

"A week?" asked Rob, with surprise.

"Yes; it's a week to-morrow morning since you flew into the air
and disappeared."

"Then," said the boy, thoughtfully, "I've reached home just in time."

"In time for what?" she asked.

But he did not answer that question.  He was thinking of the Demon,
and that on the afternoon of this very day he might expect the wise
and splendid genius to visit him a second time.

At luncheon, although he did not feel hungry, he joined the family at
the table and pleased his mother by eating as heartily as of old.  He
was surprised to find how good the food tasted, and to realize what a
pleasure it is to gratify one's sense of taste.  The tablets were all
right for a journey, he thought, but if he always ate them he would be
sure to miss a great deal of enjoyment, since there was no taste to
them at all.

At four o'clock he went to his workshop and unlocked the door.
Everything was exactly as he had left it, and he looked at his simple
electrical devices with some amusement.  They seemed tame beside the
wonders now in his possession; yet he recollected that his numerous
wires had enabled him to strike the Master Key, and therefore should
not be despised.

Before long he noticed a quickening in the air, as if it were suddenly
surcharged with electric fluid, and the next instant, in a dazzling
flash of light, appeared the Demon.

"I am here!" he announced.

"So am I," answered Rob.  "But at one time I really thought I should
never see you again.  I've been--"

"Spare me your history," said the Demon, coldly.  "I am aware
of your adventures."

"Oh, you are!" said Rob, amazed.  "Then you know--"

"I know all about your foolish experiences," interrupted the Demon,
"for I have been with you constantly, although I remained invisible."

"Then you know what a jolly time I've had," returned the boy.  "But
why do you call them foolish experiences?"

"Because they were, abominably foolish!" retorted the Demon, bitterly.
"I entrusted to you gifts of rare scientific interest--electrical
devices of such utility that their general adoption by mankind would
create a new era in earth life.  I hoped your use of these devices
would convey such hints to electrical engineers that they would
quickly comprehend their mechanism and be able to reproduce them in
sufficient quantities to supply the world.  And how do you treat these
marvelous gifts?  Why, you carry them to a cannibal island, where even
your crude civilization has not yet penetrated!"

"I wanted to astonish the natives," said Rob, grinning.

The Demon uttered an exclamation of anger, and stamped his foot so
fiercely that thousands of electric sparks filled the air, to
disappear quickly with a hissing, crinkling sound.

"You might have astonished those ignorant natives as easily by showing
them an ordinary electric light," he cried, mockingly.  "The power of
your gifts would have startled the most advanced electricians of the
world.  Why did you waste them upon barbarians?"

"Really," faltered Rob, who was frightened and awed by the Demon's
vehement anger, "I never intended to visit a cannibal island.  I meant
to go to Cuba."

"Cuba!  Is that a center of advanced scientific thought?  Why did you
not take your marvels to New York or Chicago; or, if you wished to
cross the ocean, to Paris or Vienna?"

"I never thought of those places," acknowledged Rob, meekly.

"Then you were foolish, as I said," declared the Demon, in a calmer
tone.  "Can you not realize that it is better to be considered great
by the intelligent thinkers of the earth, than to be taken for a god
by stupid cannibals?"

"Oh, yes, of course," said Rob.  "I wish now that I had gone to Europe.
But you're not the only one who has a kick coming," he continued.
"Your flimsy traveling machine was nearly the death of me."

"Ah, it is true," acknowledged the Demon, frankly.  "The case was made
of too light material.  When the rim was bent it pressed against the
works and impeded the proper action of the currents.  Had you gone to
a civilized country such an accident could not have happened; but to
avoid possible trouble in the future I have prepared a new instrument,
having a stronger case, which I will exchange for the one you now have."

"That's very kind of you," said Rob, eagerly handing his battered
machine to the Demon and receiving the new one in return.  "Are you
sure this will work?"

"It is impossible for you to injure it," answered the other.

"And how about the next three gifts?" inquired the boy, anxiously.

"Before I grant them," replied the Demon, "you must give me a promise
to keep away from uncivilized places and to exhibit your acquirements
only among people of intelligence."

"All right," agreed the boy; "I'm not anxious to visit that island
again, or any other uncivilized country."

"Then I will add to your possessions three gifts, each more precious
and important than the three you have already received."

At this announcement Rob began to quiver with excitement, and sat
staring eagerly at the Demon, while the latter increased in stature
and sparkled and glowed more brilliantly than ever.



8.  Rob Acquires New Powers


"I have seen the folly of sending you into the world with an offensive
instrument, yet with no method of defense," resumed the Demon,
presently.  "You have knocked over a good many people with that tube
during the past week."

"I know," said Rob; "but I couldn't help it.  It was the only way I
had to protect myself."

"Therefore my next gift shall be this Garment of Protection.  You must
wear it underneath your clothing.  It has power to accumulate and
exercise electrical repellent force.  Perhaps you do not know what
that means, so I will explain more fully.  When any missile, such as a
bullet, sword or lance, approaches your person, its rush through the
air will arouse the repellent force of which I speak, and this force,
being more powerful than the projective force, will arrest the flight
of the missile and throw it back again.  Therefore nothing can touch
your person that comes with any degree of force or swiftness, and you
will be safe from all ordinary weapons.  When wearing this Garment you
will find it unnecessary to use the electric tube except on rare
occasions.  Never allow revenge or animosity to influence your
conduct.  Men may threaten, but they can not injure you, so you must
remember that they do not possess your mighty advantages, and that,
because of your strength, you should bear with them patiently."

Rob examined the garment with much curiosity.  It glittered like
silver, yet was soft and pliable as lamb's wool.  Evidently the Demon
had prepared it especially for his use, for it was just Rob's size.

"Now," continued the Demon, more gravely, "we approach the subject of
an electrical device so truly marvelous that even I am awed when I
contemplate the accuracy and perfection of the natural laws which
guide it and permit it to exercise its functions.  Mankind has as yet
conceived nothing like it, for it requires full knowledge of
electrical power to understand even its possibilities."

The Being paused, and drew from an inner pocket something resembling a
flat metal box.  In size it was about four inches by six, and nearly
an inch in thickness.

"What is it?" asked Rob, wonderingly.

"It is an automatic Record of Events," answered the Demon.

"I don't understand," said Rob, with hesitation.

"I will explain to you its use," returned the Demon, "although the
electrical forces which operate it and the vibratory currents which
are the true records must remain unknown to you until your brain has
mastered the higher knowledge of electricity.  At present the
practical side of this invention will be more interesting to you than
a review of its scientific construction.

"Suppose you wish to know the principal events that are occurring in
Germany at the present moment.  You first turn this little wheel at
the side until the word 'Germany' appears in the slot at the small
end.  Then open the top cover, which is hinged, and those passing
events in which you are interested will appear before your eyes."

The Demon, as he spoke, opened the cover, and, looking within, the boy
saw, as in a mirror, a moving picture before him.  A regiment of
soldiers was marching through the streets of Berlin, and at its head
rode a body of horsemen, in the midst of which was the Emperor
himself.  The people who thronged the sidewalks cheered and waved
their hats and handkerchiefs with enthusiasm, while a band of
musicians played a German air, which Rob could distinctly hear.

While he gazed, spell-bound, the scene changed, and he looked upon a
great warship entering a harbor with flying pennants.  The rails were
lined with officers and men straining their eyes for the first sight
of their beloved "VATERLAND" after a long foreign cruise, and a
ringing cheer, as from a thousand throats, came faintly to Rob's ear.

Again the scene changed, and within a dingy, underground room, hemmed
in by walls of stone, and dimly lighted by a flickering lamp, a body
of wild-eyed, desperate men were plighting an oath to murder the
Emperor and overthrow his government.

"Anarchists?" asked Rob, trembling with excitement.

"Anarchists!" answered the Demon, with a faint sneer, and he shut the
cover of the Record with a sudden snap.

"It's wonderful!" cried the boy, with a sigh that was followed by a
slight shiver.

"The Record is, indeed, proof within itself of the marvelous
possibilities of electricity.  Men are now obliged to depend upon
newspapers for information; but these can only relate events long
after they have occurred.  And newspaper statements are often
unreliable and sometimes wholly false, while many events of real
importance are never printed in their columns.  You may guess what an
improvement is this automatic Record of Events, which is as reliable
as Truth itself.  Nothing can be altered or falsified, for the
vibratory currents convey the actual events to your vision, even as
they happen."

"But suppose," said Rob, "that something important should happen while
I'm asleep, or not looking at the box?"

"I have called this a Record," replied the Demon, "and such it really
is, although I have shown you only such events as are in process of
being recorded.  By pressing this spring you may open the opposite
cover of the box, where all events of importance that have occurred
throughout the world during the previous twenty-four hours will appear
before you in succession.  You may thus study them at your leisure.
The various scenes constitute a register of the world's history, and
may be recalled to view as often as you desire."

"It's--it's like knowing everything," murmured Rob, deeply impressed
for perhaps the first time in his life.

"It IS knowing everything," returning the Demon; "and this mighty gift
I have decided to entrust to your care.  Be very careful as to whom
you permit to gaze upon these pictures of passing events, for
knowledge may often cause great misery to the human race."

"I'll be careful," promised the boy, as he took the box reverently
within his own hands.

"The third and last gift of the present series," resumed the Demon,
"is one no less curious than the Record of Events, although it has an
entirely different value.  It is a Character Marker."

"What's that?" inquired Rob.

"I will explain.  Perhaps you know that your fellow-creatures are more
or less hypocritical.  That is, they try to appear good when they are
not, and wise when in reality they are foolish.  They tell you they
are friendly when they positively hate you, and try to make you
believe they are kind when their natures are cruel.  This hypocrisy
seems to be a human failing.  One of your writers has said, with
truth, that among civilized people things are seldom what they seem."

"I've heard that," remarked Rob.

"On the other hand," continued the Demon, "some people with fierce
countenances are kindly by nature, and many who appear to be evil are
in reality honorable and trustworthy.  Therefore, that you may judge
all your fellow-creatures truly, and know upon whom to depend, I give
you the Character Marker.  It consists of this pair of spectacles.
While you wear them every one you meet will be marked upon the
forehead with a letter indicating his or her character.  The good will
bear the letter 'G,' the evil the letter 'E.'  The wise will be marked
with a 'W' and the foolish with an 'F.'  The kind will show a 'K' upon
their foreheads and the cruel a letter 'C.'  Thus you may determine by
a single look the true natures of all those you encounter."

"And are these, also, electrical in their construction?" asked the
boy, as he took the spectacles.

"Certainly.  Goodness, wisdom and kindness are natural forces,
creating character.  For this reason men are not always to blame for
bad character, as they acquire it unconsciously.  All character sends out
certain electrical vibrations, which these spectacles concentrate in their
lenses and exhibit to the gaze of their wearer, as I have explained."

"It's a fine idea," said the boy; "who discovered it?"

"It is a fact that has always existed, but is now utilized for the
first time."

"Oh!" said Rob.

"With these gifts, and the ones you acquired a week ago, you are now
equipped to astound the world and awaken mankind to a realization of
the wonders that may be accomplished by natural forces.  See that you
employ these powers wisely, in the interests of science, and do not
forget your promise to exhibit your electrical marvels only to those
who are most capable of comprehending them."

"I'll remember," said Rob.

"Then adieu until a week from to-day, when I will meet you here at
this hour and bestow upon you the last three gifts which you are
entitled to receive.  Good-by!"

"Good-by!" repeated Rob, and in a gorgeous flash of color the Demon
disappeared, leaving the boy alone in the room with his new and
wonderful possessions.



9.  The Second Journey


By this time you will have gained a fair idea of Rob's character.  He
is, in truth, a typical American boy, possessing an average
intelligence not yet regulated by the balance-wheel of experience.
The mysteries of electricity were so attractive to his eager nature
that he had devoted considerable time and some study to electrical
experiment;  but his study was the superficial kind that seeks to
master only such details as may be required at the moment.  Moreover,
he was full of boyish recklessness and irresponsibility and therefore
difficult to impress with the dignity of science and the gravity of
human existence.  Life, to him, was a great theater wherein he saw
himself the most interesting if not the most important actor, and so
enjoyed the play with unbounded enthusiasm.

Aside from the extraordinary accident which had forced the Electrical
Demon into this life, Rob may be considered one of those youngsters
who might possibly develop into a brilliant manhood or enter upon an
ordinary, humdrum existence, as Fate should determine.  Just at
present he had no thought beyond the passing hour, nor would he bother
himself by attempting to look ahead or plan for the future.

Yet the importance of his electrical possessions and the stern
injunction of the Demon to use them wisely had rendered the boy more
thoughtful than at any previous time during his brief life, and he
became so preoccupied at the dinner table that his father and mother
cast many anxious looks in his direction.

Of course Rob was anxious to test his newly-acquired powers, and
decided to lose no time in starting upon another journey.  But he said
nothing to any of the family about it, fearing to meet with opposition.

He passed the evening in the sitting-room, in company with his father
and mother and sisters, and even controlled his impatience to the
extent of playing a game of carom with Nell; but he grew so nervous
and impatient at last that his sister gave up the game in disgust and
left him to his own amusement.

At one time he thought of putting on the electric spectacles and
seeing what the real character of each member of his family might be;
but a sudden fear took possession of him that he might regret the act
forever afterward.  They were his nearest and dearest friends on
earth, and in his boyish heart he loved them all and believed in their
goodness and sincerity.  The possibility of finding a bad character
mark on any of their familiar faces made him shudder, and he
determined then and there never to use the spectacles to view the
face of a friend or relative.  Had any one, at that moment, been
gazing at Rob through the lenses of the wonderful Character Marker, I
am sure a big "W" would have been found upon the boy's forehead.

When the family circle broke up, and all retired for the night, Rob
kissed his parents and sisters with real affection before going to his
own room.  But, on reaching his cozy little chamber, instead of
preparing for bed Rob clothed himself in the Garment of Repulsion.
Then he covered the glittering Garment with his best summer suit of
clothes, which effectually concealed it.

He now looked around to see what else he should take, and thought of
an umbrella, a rain-coat, a book or two to read during the journey,
and several things besides; but he ended by leaving them all behind.

"I can't be loaded down with so much truck," he decided; "and I'm
going into civilized countries, this time, where I can get anything
I need."

However, to prevent a recurrence of the mistake he had previously
made, he tore a map of the world and a map of Europe from his
geography, and, folding them up, placed them in his pocket.  He also
took a small compass that had once been a watch-charm, and, finally,
the contents of a small iron bank that opened with a combination lock.
This represented all his savings, amounting to two dollars and
seventeen cents in dimes, nickles and pennies.

"It isn't a fortune," he thought, as he counted it up, "but I didn't
need any money the last trip, so perhaps I'll get along somehow.  I
don't like to tackle Dad for more, for he might ask questions and try
to keep me at home."

By the time he had finished his preparations and stowed all his
electrical belongings in his various pockets, it was nearly midnight
and the house was quiet.  So Rob stole down stairs in his stocking feet
and noiselessly opened the back door.

It was a beautiful July night and, in addition to the light of the
full moon, the sky was filled with the radiance of countless thousands
of brilliant stars.

After Rob had put on his shoes he unfolded the map, which was plainly
visible by the starlight, and marked the direction he must take to
cross the Atlantic and reach London, his first stopping place.  Then
he consulted his compass, put the indicator of his traveling machine
to the word "up," and shot swiftly into the air.  When he had reached
a sufficient height he placed the indicator to a point north of east
and, with a steady and remarkably swift flight, began his journey.

"Here goes," he remarked, with a sense of exaltation, "for another week
of adventure!  I wonder what'll happen between now and next Saturday."



10.  How Rob Served a Mighty King


The new traveling machine was a distinct improvement over the old one,
for it carried Rob with wonderful speed across the broad Atlantic.

He fell asleep soon after starting, and only wakened when the sun was
high in the heavens.  But he found himself whirling along at a good
rate, with the greenish shimmer of the peaceful ocean waves spread
beneath him far beyond his range of vision.

Being in the track of the ocean steamers it was not long before he
found himself overtaking a magnificent vessel whose decks were crowded
with passengers.  He dropped down some distance, to enable him to see
these people more plainly, and while he hovered near he could hear the
excited exclamations of the passengers, who focused dozens of marine
glasses upon his floating form.  This inspection somewhat embarrassed
him, and having no mind to be stared at he put on additional speed and
soon left the steamer far behind him.

About noon the sky clouded over, and Rob feared a rainstorm was
approaching.  So he rose to a point considerably beyond the clouds,
where the air was thin but remarkably pleasant to inhale and the rays
of the sun were not so hot as when reflected by the surface of the water.

He could see the dark clouds rolling beneath him like volumes of smoke
from a factory chimney, and knew the earth was catching a severe
shower of rain; yet he congratulated himself on his foresight in not
being burdened with umbrella or raincoat, since his elevated position
rendered him secure from rain-clouds.

But, having cut himself off from the earth, there remained nothing to
see except the clear sky overhead and the tumbling clouds beneath; so
he took from his pocket the Automatic Record of Events, and watched
with breathless interest the incidents occurring in different parts of
the world.  A big battle was being fought in the Philippines, and so
fiercely was it contested that Rob watched its progress for hours,
with rapt attention.  Finally a brave rally by the Americans sent
their foes to the cover of the woods, where they scattered in every
direction, only to form again in a deep valley hidden by high hills.

"If only I was there," thought Rob, "I could show that captain where
to find the rebels and capture them.  But I guess the Philippines are
rather out of my way, so our soldiers will never know how near they
are to a complete victory."

The boy also found considerable amusement in watching the course of an
insurrection in Venezuela, where opposing armies of well-armed men
preferred to bluster and threaten rather than come to blows.

During the evening he found that an "important event" was Madame
Bernhardt's production of a new play, and Rob followed it from
beginning to end with great enjoyment, although he felt a bit guilty
at not having purchased a ticket.

"But it's a crowded house, anyway," he reflected, "and I'm not taking
up a reserved seat or keeping any one else from seeing the show.  So
where's the harm?  Yet it seems to me if these Records get to be
common, as the Demon wishes, people will all stay at home and see the
shows, and the poor actors 'll starve to death."

The thought made him uneasy, and he began, for the first time,
to entertain a doubt of the Demon's wisdom in forcing such devices
upon humanity.

The clouds had now passed away and the moon sent her rays to turn the
edges of the waves into glistening showers of jewels.

Rob closed the lid of the wonderful Record of Events and soon fell
into a deep sleep that held him unconscious for many hours.

When he awoke he gave a start of surprise, for beneath him was land.
How long it was since he had left the ocean behind him he could not
guess, but his first thought was to set the indicator of the traveling
machine to zero and to hover over the country until he could determine
where he was.

This was no easy matter.  He saw green fields, lakes, groves and
villages; but these might exist in any country.  Being still at a
great elevation he descended gradually until he was about twenty feet
from the surface of the earth, where he paused near the edge of a
small village.

At once a crowd of excited people assembled, shouting to one another
and pointing towards him in wonder.  In order to be prepared for
emergencies Rob had taken the electric tube from his pocket, and now,
as he examined the dress and features of the people below, the tube
suddenly slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground, where one end
stuck slantingly into the soft earth.

A man rushed eagerly towards it, but the next moment he threw up his
hands and fell upon his back, unconscious.  Others who ran to assist
their fallen comrade quickly tumbled into a heap beside him.

It was evident to Rob that the tube had fallen in such a position that
the button was being pressed continually and a current of electric
fluid issued to shock whoever came near.  Not wishing to injure these
people he dropped to the ground and drew the tube from the earth, thus
releasing the pressure upon the button.

But the villagers had now decided that the boy was their enemy, and no
sooner had he touched the ground than a shower of stones and sticks
rained about him.  Not one reached his body, however, for the Garment
of Repulsion stopped their flight and returned them to rattle with
more or less force against those who had thrown them--"like regular
boomerangs," thought Rob.

To receive their own blows in this fashion seemed so like magic
to the simple folk that with roars of fear and pain they ran away
in all directions.

"It's no use stopping here," remarked Rob, regretfully, "for I've
spoiled my welcome by this accident.  I think these people are Irish,
by their looks and speech, so I must be somewhere in the Emerald Isle."

He consulted his map and decided upon the general direction he should
take to reach England, after which he again rose into the air and
before long was passing over the channel towards the shores of England.

Either his map or compass or his calculations proved wrong, for it was
high noon before, having changed his direction a half dozen times, he
came to the great city of London.  He saw at a glance that it would
never do to drop into the crowded streets, unless he wanted to become
an object of public curiosity; so he looked around for a suitable
place to alight.

Near by was a monstrous church that sent a sharp steeple far into the
air.  Rob examined this spire and saw a narrow opening in the masonry
that led to a small room where a chime of bells hung.  He crept
through the opening and, finding a ladder that connected the belfry
with a platform below, began to descend.

There were three ladders, and then a winding flight of narrow, rickety
stairs to be passed before Rob finally reached a small room in the
body of the church.  This room proved to have two doors, one
connecting with the auditorium and the other letting into a side
street.  Both were locked, but Rob pointed the electric tube at the
outside door and broke the lock in an instant.  Then he walked into
the street as composedly as if he had lived all his life in London.

There were plenty of sights to see, you may be sure, and Rob walked
around until he was so tired that he was glad to rest upon one of the
benches in a beautiful park.  Here, half hidden by the trees, he
amused himself by looking at the Record of Events.

"London's a great town, and no mistake," he said to himself; "but
let's see what the British are doing in South Africa to-day."

He turned the cylinder to "South Africa," and, opening the lid, at
once became interested.  An English column, commanded by a brave but
stubborn officer, was surrounded by the Boer forces and fighting
desperately to avoid capture or annihilation.

"This would be interesting to King Edward," thought the boy.  "Guess
I'll hunt him up and tell him about it."

A few steps away stood a policeman.  Rob approached him and asked:

"Where's the king to-day?"

The officer looked at him with mingled surprise and suspicion.

"'Is Majesty is sojournin' at Marlb'ro 'Ouse, just now," was the
reply.  "Per'aps you wants to make 'im a wissit," he continued, with
lofty sarcasm.

"That's it, exactly," said Rob.  "I'm an American, and thought while I
was in London I'd drop in on His Royal Highness and say 'hello' to him."

The officer chuckled, as if much amused.

"Hamericans is bloomin' green," he remarked, "so youse can stand for
Hamerican, right enough.  No other wissitors is such blarsted fools.
But yon's the palace, an' I s'pose 'is Majesty'll give ye a 'ot reception."

"Thanks; I'll look him up," said the boy, and left the officer
convulsed with laughter.

He soon knew why.  The palace was surrounded by a cordon of the
king's own life guards, who admitted no one save those who presented
proper credentials.

"There's only one thing to do;" thought Rob, "and that's to walk
straight in, as I haven't any friends to give me a regular introduction."

So he boldly advanced to the gate, where he found himself stopped by
crossed carbines and a cry of "Halt!"

"Excuse me," said Rob; "I'm in a hurry."

He pushed the carbines aside and marched on.  The soldiers made
thrusts at him with their weapons, and an officer jabbed at his breast
with a glittering sword, but the Garment of Repulsion protected him
from these dangers as well as from a hail of bullets that followed his
advancing figure.

He reached the entrance of the palace only to face another group of
guardsmen and a second order to halt, and as these soldiers were over
six feet tall and stood shoulder to shoulder Rob saw that he could not
hope to pass them without using his electric tube.

"Stand aside, you fellows!" he ordered.

There was no response.  He extended the tube and, as he pressed the
button, described a semi-circle with the instrument.  Immediately the
tall guardsmen toppled over like so many tenpins, and Rob stepped
across their bodies and penetrated to the reception room, where a
brilliant assemblage awaited, in hushed and anxious groups, for
opportunity to obtain audience with the king.

"I hope his Majesty isn't busy," said Rob to a solemn-visaged official
who confronted him.  "I want to have a little talk with him."

"I--I--ah--beg pardon!" exclaimed the astounded master of ceremonies.
"What name, please?"

"Oh, never mind my name," replied Rob, and pushing the gentleman aside
he entered the audience chamber of the great king.

King Edward was engaged in earnest consultation with one of his
ministers, and after a look of surprise in Rob's direction and a grave
bow he bestowed no further attention upon the intruder.

But Rob was not to be baffled now.

"Your Majesty," he interrupted, "I've important news for you.  A big
fight is taking place in South Africa and your soldiers will probably
be cut into mince meat."

The minister strode towards the boy angrily.

"Explain this intrusion!" he cried.

"I have explained.  The Boers are having a regular killing-bee.  Here!
take a look at it yourselves."

He drew the Record from his pocket, and at the movement the minister
shrank back as if he suspected it was an infernal machine and might
blow his head off; but the king stepped quietly to the boy's side and
looked into the box when Rob threw open the lid.

As he comprehended the full wonder of the phenomenon he was observing
Edward uttered a low cry of amazement, but thereafter he silently
gazed upon the fierce battle that still raged far away upon the
African VELD.  Before long his keen eye recognized the troops engaged
and realized their imminent danger.

"They'll be utterly annihilated!" he gasped.  "What shall we do?"

"Oh, we can't do anything just now," answered Rob.  "But it's curious
to watch how bravely the poor fellows fight for their lives."

The minister, who by this time was also peering into the box, groaned
aloud, and then all three forgot their surroundings in the tragedy
they were beholding.

Hemmed in by vastly superior numbers, the English were calmly and
stubbornly resisting every inch of advance and selling their lives as
dearly as possible.  Their leader fell pierced by a hundred bullets,
and the king, who had known him from boyhood, passed his hand across
his eyes as if to shut out the awful sight.  But the fascination of
the battle forced him to look again, and the next moment he cried aloud:

"Look there!  Look there!"

Over the edge of a line of hills appeared the helmets of a file of
English soldiers.  They reached the summit, followed by rank after
rank, until the hillside was alive with them.  And then, with a ringing
cheer that came like a faint echo to the ears of the three watchers,
they broke into a run and dashed forward to the rescue of their brave
comrades.  The Boers faltered, gave back, and the next moment fled
precipitately, while the exhausted survivors of the courageous band
fell sobbing into the arms of their rescuers.

Rob closed the lid of the Record with a sudden snap that betrayed his
deep feeling, and the king pretended to cough behind his handkerchief
and stealthily wiped his eyes.

"'Twasn't so bad, after all," remarked the boy, with assumed cheerfulness;
"but it looked mighty ticklish for your men at one time."

King Edward regarded the boy curiously, remembering his abrupt
entrance and the marvelous device he had exhibited.

"What do you call that?" he asked, pointing at the Record with a
finger that trembled slightly from excitement.

"It is a new electrical invention," replied Rob, replacing it in his
pocket, "and so constructed that events are reproduced at the exact
moment they occur."

"Where can I purchase one?" demanded the king, eagerly.

"They're not for sale," said Rob.  "This one of mine is the first that
ever happened."

"Oh!"

"I really think," continued the boy, nodding sagely, "that it wouldn't
be well to have these Records scattered around.  Their use would give
some folks unfair advantage over others, you know."

"Certainly."

"I only showed you this battle because I happened to be in London at
the time and thought you'd be interested."

"It was very kind of you," said Edward; "but how did you gain admittance?"

"Well, to tell the truth, I was obliged to knock over a few of your
tall life-guards.  They seem to think you're a good thing and need
looking after, like jam in a cupboard."

The king smiled.

"I hope you haven't killed my guards," said he.

"Oh, no; they'll come around all right."

"It is necessary," continued Edward, "that public men be protected
from intrusion, no matter how democratic they may be personally.  You
would probably find it as difficult to approach the President of the
United States as the King of England."

"Oh, I'm not complaining," said Rob.  "It wasn't much trouble
to break through."

"You seem quite young to have mastered such wonderful secrets of
Nature," continued the king.

"So I am," replied Rob, modestly; "but these natural forces have
really existed since the beginning of the world, and some one was
sure to discover them in time."  He was quoting the Demon,
although unconsciously.

"You are an American, I suppose," said the minister, coming close to
Rob and staring him in the face.

"Guessed right the first time," answered the boy, and drawing his
Character Marking spectacles from his pocket, he put them on and
stared at the minister in turn.

Upon the man's forehead appeared the letter "E."

"Your Majesty," said Rob, "I have here another queer invention.  Will
you please wear these spectacles for a few moments?"

The king at once put them on.

"They are called Character Markers," continued the boy, "because the
lenses catch and concentrate the character vibrations radiating from
every human individual and reflect the true character of the person
upon his forehead.  If a letter 'G' appears, you may be sure his
disposition is good; if his forehead is marked with an 'E' his
character is evil, and you must beware of treachery."

The king saw the "E" plainly marked upon his minister's forehead, but
he said nothing except "Thank you," and returned the spectacles to Rob.

But the minister, who from the first had been ill at ease, now became
positively angry.

"Do not believe him, your Majesty!" he cried.  "It is a trick, and
meant to deceive you."

"I did not accuse you," answered the king, sternly.  Then he added:
"I wish to be alone with this young gentleman."

The minister left the room with an anxious face and hanging head.

"Now," said Rob, "let's look over the record of the past day and see
if that fellow has been up to any mischief."

He turned the cylinder of the Record to "England," and slowly the
events of the last twenty-four hours were reproduced, one after the
other, upon the polished plate.

Before long the king uttered an exclamation.  The Record pictured a
small room in which were seated three gentlemen engaged in earnest
conversation.  One of them was the accused minister.

"Those men," said the king in a low voice, while he pointed out the
other two, "are my avowed enemies.  This is proof that your wonderful
spectacles indicated my minister's character with perfect truth.  I am
grateful to you for thus putting me upon my guard, for I have trusted
the man fully."

"Oh, don't mention it," replied the boy, lightly; "I'm glad to have
been of service to you.  But it's time for me to go."

"I hope you will favor me with another interview," said the king, "for
I am much interested in your electrical inventions.  I will instruct
my guards to admit you at any time, so you will not be obliged to
fight your way in."

"All right.  But it really doesn't matter," answered Rob.  "It's no
trouble at all to knock 'em over."

Then he remembered his manners and bowed low before the king, who
seemed to him "a fine fellow and not a bit stuck up."  And then he
walked calmly from the palace.

The people in the outer room stared at him wonderingly and the officer
of the guard saluted the boy respectfully.  But Rob only smiled in an
amused way as he marched past them with his hands thrust deep into his
trousers' pockets and his straw hat tipped jauntily upon the back of
his head.



11.  The Man of Science


Rob passed the remainder of the day wandering about London and amusing
himself by watching the peculiar ways of the people.  When it became
so dark that there was no danger of his being observed, he rose
through the air to the narrow slit in the church tower and lay upon
the floor of the little room, with the bells hanging all around him,
to pass the night.

He was just falling asleep when a tremendous din and clatter nearly
deafened him, and set the whole tower trembling.  It was the
midnight chime.

Rob clutched his ears tightly, and when the vibrations had died away
descended by the ladder to a lower platform.  But even here the next
hourly chime made his ears ring, and he kept descending from platform
to platform until the last half of a restless night was passed in the
little room at the bottom of the tower.

When, at daylight, the boy sat up and rubbed his eyes, he said,
wearily: "Churches are all right as churches; but as hotels they are
rank failures.  I ought to have bunked in with my friend, King Edward."

He climbed up the stairs and the ladders again and looked out the
little window in the belfry.  Then he examined his map of Europe.

"I believe I'll take a run over to Paris," he thought.  "I must be
home again by Saturday, to meet the Demon, so I'll have to make every
day count."

Without waiting for breakfast, since he had eaten a tablet the evening
before, he crept through the window and mounted into the fresh morning
air until the great city with its broad waterway lay spread out
beneath him.  Then he sped away to the southeast and, crossing the
channel, passed between Amiens and Rouen and reached Paris before
ten o'clock.

Near the outskirts of the city appeared a high tower, upon the flat
roof of which a man was engaged in adjusting a telescope.  Upon seeing
Rob, who was passing at no great distance from this tower, the man
cried out:

"APPROCHEZ!--VENEZ ICI!"

Then he waved his hands frantically in the air, and fairly danced with
excitement.  So the boy laughed and dropped down to the roof where,
standing beside the Frenchman, whose eyes were actually protruding
from their sockets, he asked, coolly:

"Well, what do you want?"

The other was for a moment speechless.  He was a tall, lean man,
having a bald head but a thick, iron-gray beard, and his black eyes
sparkled brightly from behind a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles.  After
attentively regarding the boy for a time he said, in broken English:

"But, M'sieur, how can you fly wizout ze--ze machine?  I have experiment
myself wiz some air-ship; but you--zere is nossing to make go!"

Rob guessed that here was his opportunity to do the Demon a favor by
explaining his electrical devices to this new acquaintance, who was
evidently a man of science.

"Here is the secret, Professor," he said, and holding out his wrist
displayed the traveling machine and explained, as well as he could,
the forces that operated it.

The Frenchman, as you may suppose, was greatly astonished, and to show
how perfectly the machine worked Rob turned the indicator and rose a
short distance above the tower, circling around it before he rejoined
the professor on the roof.  Then he showed his food tablets,
explaining how each was stored with sufficient nourishment for an
entire day.

The scientist positively gasped for breath, so powerful was the
excitement he experienced at witnessing these marvels.

"Eet is wonderful--grand--magnifique!" he exclaimed.

"But here is something of still greater interest," continued Rob, and
taking the Automatic Record of Events from his pocket he allowed the
professor to view the remarkable scenes that were being enacted
throughout the civilized world.

The Frenchman was now trembling violently, and he implored Rob to tell
him where he might obtain similar electrical machines.

"I can't do that," replied the boy, decidedly; "but, having seen
these, you may be able to discover their construction for yourself.
Now that you know such things to be possible and practical, the hint
should be sufficient to enable a shrewd electrician to prepare
duplicates of them."

The scientist glared at him with evident disappointment,
and Rob continued:

"These are not all the wonders I can exhibit.  Here is another electrical
device that is, perhaps, the most remarkable of any I possess."

He took the Character Marking spectacles from his pocket and fitted
them to his eyes.  Then he gave a whistle of surprise and turned his
back upon his new friend.  He had seen upon the Frenchman's forehead
the letters "E" and "C."

"Guess I've struck the wrong sort of scientist, after all!" he
muttered, in a disgusted tone.

His companion was quick to prove the accuracy of the Character Marker.
Seeing the boy's back turned, he seized a long iron bar that was used
to operate the telescope, and struck at Rob so fiercely that had he
not worn the Garment of Protection his skull would have been crushed by
the blow.  At it was, the bar rebounded with a force that sent the
murderous Frenchman sprawling upon the roof, and Rob turned around and
laughed at him.

"It won't work, Professor," he said.  "I'm proof against assassins.
Perhaps you had an idea that when you had killed me you could rob me
of my valuable possessions; but they wouldn't be a particle of use to
a scoundrel like you, I assure you!  Good morning."

Before the surprised and baffled scientist could collect himself
sufficiently to reply, the boy was soaring far above his head and
searching for a convenient place to alight, that he might investigate
the charms of this famed city of Paris.

It was indeed a beautiful place, with many stately buildings lining
the shady boulevards.  So thronged were the streets that Rob well knew
he would soon be the center of a curious crowd should he alight upon
them.  Already a few sky-gazers had noted the boy moving high in the
air, above their heads, and one or two groups stood pointing their
fingers at him.

Pausing at length above the imposing structure of the Hotel Anglais,
Rob noticed at one of the upper floors an open window, before which
was a small iron balcony.  Alighting upon this he proceeded to enter,
without hesitation, the open window.  He heard a shriek and a cry of
"AU VOLEUR!" and caught sight of a woman's figure as she dashed into
an adjoining room, slamming and locking the door behind her.

"I don't know as I blame her," observed Rob, with a smile at the panic
he had created.  "I s'pose she takes me for a burglar, and thinks I've
climbed up the lightning rod."

He soon found the door leading into the hallway and walked down
several flights of stairs until he reached the office of the hotel.

"How much do you charge a day?" he inquired, addressing a fat and
pompous-looking gentlemen behind the desk.

The man looked at him in a surprised way, for he had not heard the boy
enter the room.  But he said something in French to a waiter who was
passing, and the latter came to Rob and made a low bow.

"I speak ze Eengliss ver' fine," he said.  "What desire have you?"

"What are your rates by the day?" asked the boy.

"Ten francs, M'sieur."

"How many dollars is that?"

"Dollar Americaine?"

"Yes; United States money."

"Ah, OUI! Eet is ze two dollar, M'sieur."

"All right; I can stay about a day before I go bankrupt.
Give me a room."

"CERTAINEMENT, M'sieur.  Have you ze luggage?"

"No; but I'll pay in advance," said Rob, and began counting out his
dimes and nickles and pennies, to the unbounded amazement of the
waiter, who looked as if he had never seen such coins before.

He carried the money to the fat gentleman, who examined the pieces
curiously, and there was a long conference between them before it was
decided to accept them in payment for a room for a day.  But at this
season the hotel was almost empty, and when Rob protested that he had
no other money the fat gentleman put the coins into his cash box with
a resigned sigh and the waiter showed the boy to a little room at the
very top of the building.

Rob washed and brushed the dust from his clothes, after which he sat
down and amused himself by viewing the pictures that constantly formed
upon the polished plate of the Record of Events.



12.  How Rob Saved A Republic


While following the shifting scenes of the fascinating Record Rob
noted an occurrence that caused him to give a low whistle of
astonishment and devote several moments to serious thought.

"I believe it's about time I interfered with the politics of this
Republic," he said, at last, as he closed the lid of the metal box and
restored it to his pocket.  "If I don't take a hand there probably
won't be a Republic of France very long and, as a good American, I
prefer a republic to a monarchy."

Then he walked down-stairs and found his English-speaking waiter.

"Where's President Loubet?" he asked.

"Ze President!  Ah, he is wiz his mansion.  To be at his
residence, M'sieur."

"Where is his residence?"

The waiter began a series of voluble and explicit directions which so
confused the boy that he exclaimed:

"Oh, much obliged!" and walked away in disgust.

Gaining the street he approached a gendarme and repeated his question,
with no better result than before, for the fellow waved his arms
wildly in all directions and roared a volley of incomprehensible
French phrases that conveyed no meaning whatever.

"If ever I travel in foreign countries again," said Rob, "I'll learn
their lingo in advance.  Why doesn't the Demon get up a conversation
machine that will speak all languages?"

By dint of much inquiry, however, and after walking several miles
following ambiguous directions, he managed to reach the residence of
President Loubet.  But there he was politely informed that the
President was busily engaged in his garden, and would see no one.

"That's all right," said the boy, calmly.  "If he's in the garden I'll
have no trouble finding him."

Then, to the amazement of the Frenchmen, Rob shot into the air fifty
feet or so, from which elevation he overlooked a pretty garden in the
rear of the President's mansion.  The place was protected from
ordinary intrusion by high walls, but Rob descended within the
enclosure and walked up to a man who was writing at a small table
placed under the spreading branches of a large tree.

"Is this President Loubet?" he inquired, with a bow.

The gentleman looked up.

"My servants were instructed to allow no one to disturb me," he said,
speaking in excellent English.

"It isn't their fault; I flew over the wall," returned Rob.  "The fact
is," he added, hastily, as he noted the President's frown, "I have
come to save the Republic; and I haven't much time to waste over a
bundle of Frenchmen, either."

The President seemed surprised.

"Your name!" he demanded, sharply.

"Robert Billings Joslyn, United States of America!"

"Your business, Monsieur Joslyn!"

Rob drew the Record from his pocket and placed it upon the table.

"This, sir," said he, "is an electrical device that records all
important events.  I wish to call your attention to a scene enacted
in Paris last evening which may have an effect upon the future history
of your country."

He opened the lid, placed the Record so that the President could see
clearly, and then watched the changing expressions upon the great
man's face; first indifference, then interest, the next moment
eagerness and amazement.

"MON DIEU!" he gasped; "the Orleanists!"

Rob nodded.

"Yes; they've worked up a rather pretty plot, haven't they?"

The President did not reply.  He was anxiously watching the Record and
scribbling notes on a paper beside him.  His face was pale and his
lips tightly compressed.

Finally he leaned back in his chair and asked:

"Can you reproduce this scene again?"

"Certainly, sir," answered the boy; "as often as you like."

"Will you remain here while I send for my minister of police?  It will
require but a short time."

"Call him up, then.  I'm in something of a hurry myself, but now I've
mixed up with this thing I'll see it through."

The President touched a bell and gave an order to his servant.  Then
he turned to Rob and said, wonderingly:

"You are a boy!"

"That's true, Mr. President," was the answer; "but an American boy,
you must remember.  That makes a big difference, I assure you."

The President bowed gravely.

"This is your invention?" he asked.

"No; I'm hardly equal to that.  But the inventor has made me a present
of the Record, and it's the only one in the world."

"It is a marvel," remarked the President, thoughtfully.  "More!  It is
a real miracle.  We are living in an age of wonders, my young friend."

"No one knows that better than myself, sir," replied Rob.  "But, tell
me, can you trust your chief of police?"

"I think so," said the President, slowly; "yet since your invention
has shown me that many men I have considered honest are criminally
implicated in this royalist plot, I hardly know whom to depend upon."

"Then please wear these spectacles during your interview with the
minister of police," said the boy.  "You must say nothing, while he
is with us, about certain marks that will appear upon his forehead;
but when he has gone I will explain those marks so you will
understand them."

The President covered his eyes with the spectacles.

"Why," he exclaimed, "I see upon your own brow the letters--"

"Stop, sir!" interrupted Rob, with a blush; "I don't care to know what
the letters are, if it's just the same to you."

The President seemed puzzled by this speech, but fortunately the
minister of police arrived just then and, under Rob's guidance, the
pictured record of the Orleanist plot was reproduced before the
startled eyes of the official.

"And now," said the boy, "let us see if any of this foolishness is
going on just at present."

He turned to the opposite side of the Record and allowed the President
and his minister of police to witness the quick succession of events
even as they occurred.

Suddenly the minister cried, "Ha!" and, pointing to the figure of a
man disembarking from an English boat at Calais, he said, excitedly:

"That, your Excellency, is the Duke of Orleans, in disguise!  I must
leave you for a time, that I may issue some necessary orders to my
men; but this evening I shall call to confer with you regarding the
best mode of suppressing this terrible plot."

When the official had departed, the President removed the spectacles
from his eyes and handed them to Rob.

"What did you see?" asked the boy.

"The letters 'G' and 'W'."

"Then you may trust him fully," declared Rob, and explained
the construction of the Character Marker to the interested
and amazed statesman.

"And now I must go," he continued, "for my stay in your city will be a
short one and I want to see all I can."

The President scrawled something on a sheet of paper and signed his name
to it, afterward presenting it, with a courteous bow, to his visitor.

"This will enable you to go wherever you please, while in Paris," he
said.  "I regret my inability to reward you properly for the great
service you have rendered my country; but you have my sincerest
gratitude, and may command me in any way."

"Oh, that's all right," answered Rob.  "I thought it was my duty to
warn you, and if you look sharp you'll be able to break up this
conspiracy.  But I don't want any reward.  Good day, sir."

He turned the indicator of his traveling machine and immediately
rose into the air, followed by a startled exclamation from the
President of France.

Moving leisurely over the city, he selected a deserted thoroughfare to
alight in, from whence he wandered unobserved into the beautiful
boulevards.  These were now brilliantly lighted, and crowds of
pleasure seekers thronged them everywhere.  Rob experienced a decided
sense of relief as he mixed with the gay populace and enjoyed the
sights of the splendid city, for it enabled him to forget, for a time,
the responsibilities thrust upon him by the possession of the Demon's
marvelous electrical devices.



13.  Rob Loses His Treasures


Our young adventurer had intended to pass the night in the little bed
at his hotel, but the atmosphere of Paris proved so hot and
disagreeable that he decided it would be more enjoyable to sleep while
journeying through the cooler air that lay far above the earth's
surface.  So just as the clocks were striking the midnight hour Rob
mounted skyward and turned the indicator of the traveling machine to
the east, intending to make the city of Vienna his next stop.

He had risen to a considerable distance, where the air was remarkably
fresh and exhilarating, and the relief he experienced from the close
and muggy streets of Paris was of such a soothing nature that he
presently fell fast asleep.  His day in the metropolis had been a busy
one, for, like all boys, he had forgotten himself in the delight of
sight-seeing and had tired his muscles and exhausted his strength to
an unusual degree.

It was about three o'clock in the morning when Rob, moving restlessly
in his sleep, accidently touched with his right hand the indicator of
the machine which was fastened to his left wrist, setting it a couple
of points to the south of east.  He was, of course, unaware of the
slight alteration in his course, which was destined to prove of
serious importance in the near future.  For the boy's fatigue induced
him to sleep far beyond daybreak, and during this period of
unconsciousness he was passing over the face of European countries and
approaching the lawless and dangerous dominions of the Orient.

When, at last, he opened his eyes, he was puzzled to determine where
he was.  Beneath him stretched a vast, sandy plain, and speeding across
this he came to a land abounding in luxuriant vegetation.

The centrifugal force which propelled him was evidently, for some
reason, greatly accelerated, for the scenery of the country he was
crossing glided by him at so rapid a rate of speed that it nearly took
his breath away.

"I wonder if I've passed Vienna in the night," he thought.  "It ought
not to have taken me more than a few hours to reach there from Paris."

Vienna was at that moment fifteen hundred miles behind him; but Rob's
geography had always been his stumbling block at school, and he had
not learned to gage the speed of the traveling machine; so he was
completely mystified as to his whereabouts.

Presently a village having many queer spires and minarets whisked by
him like a flash.  Rob became worried, and resolved to slow up at the
next sign of habitation.

This was a good resolution, but Turkestan is so thinly settled
that before the boy could plan out a course of action he had passed
the barren mountain range of Thian-Shan as nimbly as an acrobat
leaps a jumping-bar.

"This won't do at all!" he exclaimed, earnestly.  "The traveling
machine seems to be running away with me, and I'm missing no end of
sights by scooting along up here in the clouds."

He turned the indicator to zero, and was relieved to find it obey with
customary quickness.  In a few moments he had slowed up and stopped,
when he found himself suspended above another stretch of sandy plain.
Being too high to see the surface of the plain distinctly he dropped
down a few hundred feet to a lower level, where he discovered he was
surrounded by billows of sand as far as his eye could reach.

"It's a desert, all right," was his comment; "perhaps old Sahara herself."

He started the machine again towards the east, and at a more moderate
rate of speed skimmed over the surface of the desert.  Before long he
noticed a dark spot ahead of him which proved to be a large body of
fierce looking men, riding upon dromedaries and slender, spirited
horses and armed with long rifles and crookedly shaped simitars.

"Those fellows seem to be looking for trouble," remarked the boy, as
he glided over them, "and it wouldn't be exactly healthy for an enemy
to get in their way.  But I haven't time to stop, so I'm not likely to
get mixed up in any rumpus with them.

However, the armed caravan was scarcely out of sight before Rob
discovered he was approaching a rich, wooded oasis of the desert, in
the midst of which was built the walled city of Yarkand.  Not that he
had ever heard of the place, or knew its name; for few Europeans and
only one American traveler had ever visited it.  But he guessed it was
a city of some importance from its size and beauty, and resolved to
make a stop there.

Above the high walls projected many slender, white minarets,
indicating that the inhabitants were either Turks or some race of
Mohammedans; so Rob decided to make investigations before trusting
himself to their company.

A cluster of tall trees with leafy tops stood a short distance outside
the walls, and here the boy landed and sat down to rest in the
refreshing shade.

The city seemed as hushed and still as if it were deserted, and before
him stretched the vast plain of white, heated sands.  He strained his
eyes to catch a glimpse of the band of warriors he had passed, but
they were moving slowly and had not yet appeared.

The trees that sheltered Rob were the only ones without the city,
although many low bushes or shrubs grew scattering over the space
between him and the walls.  An arched gateway broke the enclosure at
his left, but the gates were tightly shut.

Something in the stillness and the intense heat of the mid-day sun
made the boy drowsy.  He stretched himself upon the ground beneath the
dense foliage of the biggest tree and abandoned himself to the languor
that was creeping over him.

"I'll wait until that army of the desert arrives," he thought,
sleepily.  "They either belong in this city or have come to capture it,
so I can tell better what to dance when I find out what the band plays."

The next moment he was sound asleep, sprawling upon his back in the
shade and slumbering as peacefully as an infant.

And while he lay motionless three men dropped in quick succession from
the top of the city wall and hid among the low bushes, crawling
noiselessly from one to another and so approaching, by degrees, the
little group of trees.

They were Turks, and had been sent by those in authority within the
city to climb the tallest tree of the group and discover if the enemy
was near.  For Rob's conjecture had been correct, and the city of
Yarkand awaited, with more or less anxiety, a threatened assault from
its hereditary enemies, the Tatars.

The three spies were not less forbidding in appearance than the horde
of warriors Rob had passed upon the desert.  Their features were
coarse and swarthy, and their eyes had a most villainous glare.  Old
fashioned pistols and double-edged daggers were stuck in their belts
and their clothing, though of gorgeous colors, was soiled and neglected.

With all the caution of the American savage these Turks approached the
tree, where, to their unbounded amazement, they saw the boy lying
asleep.  His dress and fairness of skin at once proclaimed him, in
their shrewd eyes, a European, and their first thought was to glance
around in search of his horse or dromedary.  Seeing nothing of the
kind near they were much puzzled to account for his presence, and
stood looking down at him with evident curiosity.

The sun struck the polished surface of the traveling machine which was
attached to Rob's wrist and made the metal glitter like silver.  This
attracted the eyes of the tallest Turk, who stooped down and
stealthily unclasped the band of the machine from the boy's
outstretched arm.  Then, after a hurried but puzzled examination of the
little instrument, he slipped it into the pocket of his jacket.

Rob stirred uneasily in his sleep, and one of the Turks drew a slight
but stout rope from his breast and with gentle but deft movement
passed it around the boy's wrists and drew them together behind him.
The action was not swift enough to arouse the power of repulsion in
the Garment of Protection, but it awakened Rob effectually, so that he
sat up and stared hard at his captors.

"What are you trying to do, anyhow?" he demanded.

The Turks laughed and said something in their own language.  They had
no knowledge of English.

"You're only making fools of yourselves," continued the boy,
wrathfully.  "It's impossible for you to injure me."

The three paid no attention to his words.  One of them thrust his hand
into Rob's pocket and drew out the electric tube.  His ignorance of
modern appliances was so great that he did not know enough to push
the button.  Rob saw him looking down the hollow end of the tube
and murmured:

"I wish it would blow your ugly head off!"

But the fellow, thinking the shining metal might be of some value to
him, put the tube in his own pocket and then took from the prisoner
the silver box of tablets.

Rob writhed and groaned at losing his possessions in this way, and
while his hands were fastened behind him tried to feel for and touch
the indicator of the traveling machine.  When he found that the
machine also had been taken, his anger gave way to fear, for he
realized he was in a dangerously helpless condition.

The third Turk now drew the Record of Events from the boy's inner
pocket.  He knew nothing of the springs that opened the lids, so,
after a curious glance at it, he secreted the box in the folds of his
sash and continued the search of the captive.  The Character Marking
Spectacles were next abstracted, but the Turk, seeing in them nothing
but spectacles, scornfully thrust them back into Rob's pocket, while
his comrades laughed at him.  The boy was now rifled of seventeen
cents in pennies, a broken pocket knife and a lead-pencil,the last
article seeming to be highly prized.

After they had secured all the booty they could find, the tall Turk,
who seemed the leader of the three, violently kicked at the prisoner
with his heavy boot.  His surprise was great when the Garment of
Repulsion arrested the blow and nearly overthrew the aggressor in
turn.  Snatching a dagger from his sash, he bounded upon the boy so
fiercely that the next instant the enraged Turk found himself lying
upon his back three yards away, while his dagger flew through the air
and landed deep in the desert sands.

"Keep it up!" cried Rob, bitterly.  "I hope you'll enjoy yourself."

The other Turks raised their comrade to his feet, and the three stared
at one another in surprise, being unable to understand how a bound
prisoner could so effectually defend himself.  But at a whispered word
from the leader, they drew their long pistols and fired point blank
into Rob's face.  The volley echoed sharply from the city walls, but
as the smoke drifted slowly away the Turks were horrified to see their
intended victim laughing at them.

Uttering cries of terror and dismay, the three took to their heels and
bounded towards the wall, where a gate quickly opened to receive them,
the populace feeling sure the Tatar horde was upon them.

Nor was this guess so very far wrong; for as Rob, sitting disconsolate
upon the sand, raised his eyes, he saw across the desert a dark line
that marked the approach of the invaders.

Nearer and nearer they came, while Rob watched them and bemoaned the
foolish impulse that had led him to fall asleep in an unknown land
where he could so easily be overpowered and robbed of his treasures.

"I always suspected these electrical inventions would be my ruin some
day," he reflected, sadly; "and now I'm side-tracked and left helpless
in this outlandish country, without a single hope of ever getting home
again.  They probably won't be able to kill me, unless they find my
Garment of Repulsion and strip that off; but I never could cross this
terrible desert on foot and, having lost my food tablets, I'd soon
starve if I attempted it."

Fortunately, he had eaten one of the tablets just before going to
sleep, so there was no danger of immediate starvation.  But he was
miserable and unhappy, and remained brooding over his cruel fate until
a sudden shout caused him to look up.



14.  Turk and Tatar


The Tatars had arrived, swiftly and noiselessly, and a dozen of the
warriors, still mounted, were surrounding him.

His helpless condition aroused their curiosity, and while some of them
hastily cut away his bonds and raised him to his feet, other plied him
with questions in their own language.  Rob shook his head to indicate
that he could not understand; so they led him to the chief--an immense,
bearded representative of the tribe of Kara-Khitai, the terrible and
relentless Black Tatars of Thibet.  The huge frame of this fellow was
clothed in flowing robes of cloth-of-gold, braided with jewels,
and he sat majestically upon the back of a jet-black camel.

Under ordinary circumstances the stern features and flashing black
eyes of this redoubtable warrior would have struck a chill of fear to
the boy's heart; but now under the influence of the crushing
misfortunes he had experienced, he was able to gaze with indifference
upon the terrible visage of the desert chief.

The Tatar seemed not to consider Rob an enemy.  Instead, he looked
upon him as an ally, since the Turks had bound and robbed him.

Finding it impossible to converse with the chief, Rob took refuge in
the sign language.  He turned his pockets wrong side out, showed the
red welts left upon his wrists by the tight cord, and then shook his
fists angrily in the direction of the town.

In return the Tatar nodded gravely and issued an order to his men.

By this time the warriors were busily pitching tents before the walls
of Yarkand and making preparations for a formal siege.  In obedience
to the chieftain's orders, Rob was given a place within one of the
tents nearest the wall and supplied with a brace of brass-mounted
pistols and a dagger with a sharp, zigzag edge.  These were evidently
to assist the boy in fighting the Turks, and he was well pleased to
have them.  His spirits rose considerably when he found he had fallen
among friends, although most of his new comrades had such evil faces
that it was unnecessary to put on the Character Markers to judge their
natures with a fair degree of accuracy.

"I can't be very particular about the company I keep," he thought,
"and this gang hasn't tried to murder me, as the rascally Turks did.
So for the present I'll stand in with the scowling chief and try to
get a shot at the thieves who robbed me.  If our side wins I may get a
chance to recover some of my property.  It's a slim chance, of course,
but it's the only hope I have left."

That very evening an opportunity occurred for Rob to win glory in the
eyes of his new friends.  Just before sundown the gates of the city
flew open and a swarm of Turks, mounted upon fleet horses and camels,
issued forth and fell upon their enemies.  The Tatars, who did not
expect the sally, were scarcely able to form an opposing rank when
they found themselves engaged in a hand-to-hand conflict, fighting
desperately for their lives.  In such a battle, however, the Turks
were at a disadvantage, for the active Tatars slipped beneath their
horses and disabled them, bringing both the animals and their riders
to the earth.

At the first onslaught Rob shot his pistol at a Turk and wounded him
so severely that he fell from his horse.  Instantly the boy seized the
bridle and sprang upon the steed's back, and the next moment he had
dashed into the thickest part of the fray.  Bullets and blows rained
upon him from all sides, but the Garment of Repulsion saved him from a
single scratch.

When his pistols had been discharged he caught up the broken handle of
a spear, and used it as a club, galloping into the ranks of the Turks
and belaboring them as hard as he could.  The Tatars cheered and
followed him, and the Turks were so amazed at his miraculous escape
from their bullets that they became terrified, thinking he bore a
charmed life and was protected by unseen powers.

This terror helped turn the tide of battle, and before long the enemy
was pressed back to the walls and retreated through the gates, which
were hastily fastened behind them.

In order to prevent a repetition of this sally the Tatars at once
invested the gates, so that if the Turks should open them they were as
likely to let their foes in as to oppose them.

While the tents were being moved up Rob had an opportunity to search
the battlefield for the bodies of the three Turks who had robbed him,
but they were not among the fallen.

"Those fellows were too cowardly to take part in a fair fight,"
declared the boy; but he was much disappointed, nevertheless,
as he felt very helpless without the electric tube or the
traveling machine.

The Tatar chief now called Rob to his tent and presented him with a
beautiful ring set with a glowing pigeon's-blood ruby, in
acknowledgment of his services.  This gift made the boy feel very
proud, and he said to the chief:

"You're all right, old man, even if you do look like a pirate.  If you
can manage to capture that city, so I can get my electrical devices
back, I'll consider you a trump as long as I live."

The chief thought this speech was intended to express Rob's gratitude,
so he bowed solemnly in return.

During the night that followed upon the first engagement of the Turks
and Tatars, the boy lay awake trying to devise some plan to capture
the city.  The walls seemed too high and thick to be either scaled or
broken by the Tatars, who had no artillery whatever; and within the
walls lay all the fertile part of the oasis, giving the besieged a
good supply of water and provisions, while the besiegers were obliged
to subsist on what water and food they had brought with them.

Just before dawn Rob left his tent and went out to look at the great
wall.  The stars gave plenty of light, but the boy was worried to find
that, according to Eastern custom, no sentries or guards whatever had
been posted and all the Tatars were slumbering soundly.

The city was likewise wrapped in profound silence, but just as Rob was
turning away he saw a head project stealthily over the edge of the
wall before him, and recognized in the features one of the Turks who
had robbed him.

Finding no one awake except the boy the fellow sat upon the edge of
the wall, with his feet dangling downward, and grinned wickedly at his
former victim.  Rob watched him with almost breathless eagerness.

After making many motions that conveyed no meaning whatever, the Turk
drew the electric tube from his pocket and pointed his finger first at
the boy and then at the instrument, as if inquiring what it was used
for.  Rob shook his head.  The Turk turned the tube over several times
and examined it carefully, after which he also shook his head, seeming
greatly puzzled.

By this time the boy was fairly trembling with excitement.  He longed
to recover this valuable weapon, and feared that at any moment the
curious Turk would discover its use.  He held out his hand toward the
tube, and tried to say, by motions, that he would show the fellow how
to use it.  The man seemed to understand, by he would not let the
glittering instrument out of his possession.

Rob was almost in despair, when he happened to notice upon his hand
the ruby ring given him by the chief.  Drawing the jewel from his
finger he made offer, by signs, that he would exchange it for the tube.

The Turk was much pleased with the idea, and nodded his head
repeatedly, holding out his hand for the ring.  Rob had little
confidence in the man's honor, but he was so eager to regain the tube
that he decided to trust him.  So he threw the ring to the top of the
wall, where the Turk caught it skilfully; but when Rob held out his
hand for the tube the scoundrel only laughed at him and began to
scramble to his feet in order to beat a retreat.  Chance, however,
foiled this disgraceful treachery, for in his hurry the Turk allowed
the tube to slip from his grasp, and it rolled off the wall and fell
upon the sand at Rob's very feet.

The robber turned to watch its fall and, filled with sudden anger, the
boy grabbed the weapon, pointed it at his enemy, and pressed the
button.  Down tumbled the Turk, without a cry, and lay motionless at
the foot of the wall.

Rob's first thought was to search the pockets of his captive, and to
his delight he found and recovered his box of food tablets.  The
Record of Events and the traveling machine were doubtless in the
possession of the other robbers, but Rob did not despair of recovering
them, now that he had the tube to aid him.

Day was now breaking, and several of the Tatars appeared and examined
the body of the Turk with grunts of surprise, for there was no mark
upon him to show how he had been slain.  Supposing him to be dead,
they tossed him aside and forgot all about him.

Rob had secured his ruby ring again, and going to the chief's tent he
showed the jewel to the guard and was at once admitted.  The
black-bearded chieftain was still reclining upon his pillows, but Rob
bowed before him, and by means of signs managed to ask for a band of
warriors to assist him in assaulting the town.  The chieftain appeared
to doubt the wisdom of the enterprise, not being able to understand
how the boy could expect to succeed; but he graciously issued the
required order, and by the time Rob reached the city gate he found a
large group of Tatars gathered to support him, while the entire camp,
roused to interest in the proceedings, stood looking on.

Rob cared little for the quarrel between the Turks and Tatars, and
under ordinary circumstances would have refused to side with one or
the other; but he knew he could not hope to recover his electrical
machines unless the city was taken by the band of warriors who had
befriended him, so he determined to force an entrance for them.

Without hesitation he walked close to the great gate and shattered its
fastenings with the force of the electric current directed upon them
from the tube.  Then, shouting to his friends the Tatars for
assistance, they rushed in a body upon the gate and dashed it open.

The Turks had expected trouble when they heard the fastenings of the
huge gate splinter and fall apart, so they had assembled in force
before the opening.  As the Tatars poured through the gateway in a
compact mass they were met by a hail of bullets, spears and arrows,
which did fearful execution among them.  Many were killed outright,
while others fell wounded to be trampled upon by those who pressed on
from the rear.

Rob maintained his position in the front rank, but escaped all injury
through the possession of the Garment of Repulsion.  But he took an
active part in the fight and pressed the button of the electric tube
again and again, tumbling the enemy into heaps on every side,
even the horses and camels falling helplessly before the resistless
current of electricity.

The Tatars shouted joyfully as they witnessed this marvelous feat and
rushed forward to assist in the slaughter; but the boy motioned them
all back.  He did not wish any more bloodshed than was necessary, and
knew that the heaps of unconscious Turks around him would soon recover.

So he stood alone and faced the enemy, calmly knocking them over as
fast as they came near.  Two of the Turks managed to creep up behind
the boy, and one of them, who wielded an immense simitar with a
two-edged blade as sharp as a razor, swung the weapon fiercely to cut
off Rob's head.  But the repulsive force aroused in the Garment was so
terrific that it sent the weapon flying backwards with redoubled
swiftness, so that it caught the second Turk at the waist and cut him
fairly in two.

Thereafter they all avoided coming near the boy, and in a surprisingly
short time the Turkish forces were entirely conquered, all having been
reduced to unconsciousness except a few cowards who had run away and
hidden in the cellars or garrets of the houses.

The Tatars entered the city with shouts of triumph, and the chief
was so delighted that he threw his arms around Rob's neck and embraced
him warmly.

Then began the sack of Yarkand, the fierce Tatars plundering the bazaars
and houses, stripping them of everything of value they could find.

Rob searched anxiously among the bodies of the unconscious Turks for
the two men who had robbed him, but neither could be found.  He was
more successful later, for in running through the streets he came upon
a band of Tatars leading a man with a rope around his neck, whom Rob
quickly recognized as one of the thieves he was hunting for.  The
Tatars willingly allowed him to search the fellow, and in one of his
pockets Rob found the Record of Events.

He had now recovered all his property, except the traveling machine,
the one thing that was absolutely necessary to enable him to escape
from this barbarous country.

He continued his search persistently, and an hour later found the dead
body of the third robber lying in the square in the center of the
city.  But the traveling machine was not on his person, and for the
first time the boy began to give way to despair.

In the distance he heard loud shouts and sound of renewed strife,
warning him that the Turks were recovering consciousness and engaging
the Tatars with great fierceness.  The latter had scattered throughout
the town, thinking themselves perfectly secure, so that not only were
they unprepared to fight, but they became panic-stricken at seeing
their foes return, as it seemed, from death to life.  Their usual
courage forsook them, and they ran, terrified, in every direction,
only to be cut down by the revengeful Turkish simitars.

Rob was sitting upon the edge of a marble fountain in the center of
the square when a crowd of victorious Turks appeared and quickly
surrounded him.  The boy paid no attention to their gestures and the
Turks feared to approach him nearly, so they stood a short distance
away and fired volleys at him from their rifles and pistols.

Rob glared at them scornfully, and seeing they could not injure him
the Turks desisted; but they still surrounded him, and the crowd grew
thicker every moment.

Women now came creeping from their hiding places and mingled with the
ranks of the men, and Rob guessed, from their joyous chattering, that
the Turks had regained the city and driven out or killed the Tatar
warriors.  He reflected, gloomily, that this did not affect his own
position in any way, since he could not escape from the oasis.

Suddenly, on glancing at the crowd, Rob saw something that arrested
his attention.  A young girl was fastening some article to the wrist
of a burly, villainous-looking Turk.  The boy saw a glitter that
reminded him of the traveling machine, but immediately afterward the
man and the girl bent their heads over the fellow's wrist in such a
way that Rob could see nothing more.

While the couple were apparently examining the strange device, Rob
started to his feet and walked toward them.  The crowd fell back at
his approach, but the man and the girl were so interested that they
did not notice him.  He was still several paces away when the girl put
out her finger and touched the indicator on the dial.

To Rob's horror and consternation the big Turk began to rise slowly
into the air, while a howl of fear burst from the crowd.  But the boy
made a mighty spring and caught the Turk by his foot, clinging to it
with desperate tenacity, while they both mounted steadily upward
until they were far above the city of the desert.

The big Turk screamed pitifully at first, and then actually fainted
away from fright.  Rob was much frightened, on his part, for he knew
if his hands slipped from their hold he would fall to his death.
Indeed, one hand was slipping already, so he made a frantic clutch and
caught firmly hold of the Turk's baggy trousers.  Then, slowly and
carefully, he drew himself up and seized the leather belt that
encircled the man's waist.  This firm grip gave him new confidence,
and he began to breathe more freely.

He now clung to the body of the Turk with both legs entwined, in the
way he was accustomed to cling to a tree-trunk when he climbed after
cherries at home.  He had conquered his fear of falling, and took time
to recover his wits and his strength.

They had now reached such a tremendous height that the city looked
like a speck on the desert beneath them.  Knowing he must act quickly,
Rob seized the dangling left arm of the unconscious Turk and raised it
until he could reach the dial of the traveling machine.  He feared to
unclasp the machine just then, for two reasons: if it slipped from his
grasp they would both plunge downward to their death; and he was not
sure the machine would work at all if in any other position than
fastened to the left wrist.

Rob determined to take no chances, so he left the machine attached to
the Turk and turned the indicator to zero and then to "East," for he
did not wish to rejoin either his enemies the Turks or his equally
undesirable friends the Tatars.

After traveling eastward a few minutes he lost sight of the city
altogether; so, still clinging to the body of the Turk, he again
turned the indicator and began to descend.  When, at last, they landed
gently upon a rocky eminence of the Kuen-Lun mountains, the boy's
strength was almost exhausted, and his limbs ached with the strain of
clinging to the Turk's body.

His first act was to transfer the traveling machine to his own wrist
and to see that his other electrical devices were safely bestowed in
his pockets.  Then he sat upon the rock to rest until the Turk
recovered consciousness.

Presently the fellow moved uneasily, rolled over, and then sat up and
stared at his surroundings.  Perhaps he thought he had been dreaming,
for he rubbed his eyes and looked again with mingled surprise and alarm.
Then, seeing Rob, he uttered a savage shout and drew his dagger.

Rob smiled and pointed the electric tube at the man, who doubtless
recognized its power, for he fell back scowling and trembling.

"This place seems like a good jog from civilization," remarked the
boy, as coolly as if his companion could understand what he said; "but
as your legs are long and strong you may be able to find your way.
It's true you're liable to starve to death, but if you do it will be
your own misfortune and not my fault."

The Turk glared at him sullenly, but did not attempt to reply.

Rob took out his box of tablets, ate one of them and offered another to
his enemy.  The fellow accepted it ungraciously enough, but seeing Rob
eat one he decided to follow his example, and consumed the tablet with
a queer expression of distrust upon his face.

"Brave man!" cried Rob, laughingly; "you've avoided the pangs
of starvation for a time, anyhow, so I can leave you with a
clear conscience."

Without more ado, he turned the indicator of the traveling machine and
mounted into the air, leaving the Turk sitting upon the rocks and
staring after him in comical bewilderment.



15.  A Battle with Monsters


Our young adventurer never experienced a more grateful feeling of
relief and security than when he found himself once more high in the
air, alone, and in undisputed possession of the electrical devices
bestowed upon him by the Demon.

The dangers he had passed through since landing at the city of the
desert and the desperate chance that alone had permitted him to regain
the traveling machine made him shudder at the bare recollection and
rendered him more sober and thoughtful than usual.

We who stick closely to the earth's surface can scarcely realize how
Rob could travel through the air at such dizzy heights without any
fear or concern whatsoever.  But he had come to consider the air a
veritable refuge.  Experience had given him implicit confidence in the
powers of the electrical instrument whose unseen forces carried him so
swiftly and surely, and while the tiny, watch-like machine was clasped
to his wrist he felt himself to be absolutely safe.

Having slipped away from the Turk and attained a fair altitude, he set
the indicator at zero and paused long enough to consult his map and
decide what direction it was best for him to take.  The mischance that
had swept him unwittingly over the countries of Europe had also
carried him more than half way around the world from his home.
Therefore the nearest way to reach America would be to continue
traveling to the eastward.

So much time had been consumed at the desert oasis that he felt he
must now hasten if he wished to reach home by Saturday afternoon; so,
having quickly come to a decision, he turned the indicator and began a
swift flight into the east.

For several hours he traveled above the great desert of Gobi,
but by noon signs of a more fertile country began to appear, and,
dropping to a point nearer the earth, he was able to observe
closely the country of the Chinese, with its crowded population
and ancient but crude civilization.

Then he came to the Great Wall of China and to mighty Peking, above
which he hovered some time, examining it curiously.  He really longed
to make a stop there, but with his late experiences fresh in his mind
he thought it much safer to view the wonderful city from a distance.

Resuming his flight he presently came to the gulf of Laou Tong, whose
fair face was freckled with many ships of many nations, and so on to
Korea, which seemed to him a land fully a century behind the times.

Night overtook him while speeding across the Sea of Japan, and having
a great desire to view the Mikado's famous islands, he put the
indicator at zero, and, coming to a full stop, composed himself to
sleep until morning, that he might run no chances of being carried
beyond his knowledge during the night.

You might suppose it no easy task to sleep suspended in mid-air, yet
the magnetic currents controlled by the traveling machine were so
evenly balanced that Rob was fully as comfortable as if reposing upon
a bed of down.  He had become somewhat accustomed to passing the night
in the air and now slept remarkably well, having no fear of burglars
or fire or other interruptions that dwellers in cities are subject to.

One thing, however, he should have remembered: that he was in an
ancient and little known part of the world and reposing above a sea
famous in fable as the home of many fierce and terrible creatures;
while not far away lay the land of the dragon, the simurg and other
ferocious monsters.

Rob may have read of these things in fairy tales and books of travel,
but if so they had entirely slipped his mind; so he slumbered
peacefully and actually snored a little, I believe, towards morning.

But even as the red sun peeped curiously over the horizon he was
awakened by a most unusual disturbance--a succession of hoarse screams
and a pounding of the air as from the quickly revolving blades of some
huge windmill.

He rubbed his eyes and looked around.

Coming towards him at his right hand was an immense bird, whose body
seemed almost as big as that of a horse.  Its wide-open, curving beak
was set with rows of pointed teeth, and the talons held against its
breast and turned threateningly outward were more powerful and
dreadful than a tiger's claws.

While, fascinated and horrified, he watched the approach of this
feathered monster, a scream sounded just behind him and the next
instant the stroke of a mighty wing sent him whirling over and over
through the air.

He soon came to a stop, however, and saw that another of the monsters
had come upon him from the rear and was now, with its mate, circling
closely around him, while both uttered continuously their hoarse,
savage cries.

Rob wondered why the Garment of Repulsion had not protected him from
the blow of the bird's wing; but, as a matter of fact, it had
protected him.  For it was not the wing itself but the force of the
eddying currents of air that had sent him whirling away from the
monster.  With the indicator at zero the magnetic currents and the
opposing powers of attraction and repulsion were so evenly balanced
that any violent atmospheric disturbance affected him in the same way
that thistledown is affected by a summer breeze.  He had noticed
something of this before, but whenever a strong wind was blowing he
was accustomed to rise to a position above the air currents.  This was
the first time he had slept with the indicator at zero.

The huge birds at once renewed their attack, but Rob had now recovered
his wits sufficiently to draw the electric tube from his pocket.  The
first one to dart towards him received the powerful electric current
direct from the tube, and fell stunned and fluttering to the surface
of the sea, where it floated motionless.  Its mate, perhaps warned by
this sudden disaster, renewed its circling flight, moving so swiftly
that Rob could scarcely follow it, and drawing nearer and nearer every
moment to its intended victim.  The boy could not turn in the air very
quickly, and he feared an attack in the back, mistrusting the saving
power of the Garment of Repulsion under such circumstances; so in
desperation he pressed his finger upon the button of the tube and
whirled the instrument around his head in the opposite direction to
that in which the monster was circling.  Presently the current and the
bird met, and with one last scream the creature tumbled downwards to
join its fellow upon the waves, where they lay like two floating islands.

Their presence had left a rank, sickening stench in the surrounding
atmosphere, so Rob made haste to resume his journey and was soon
moving rapidly eastward.

He could not control a shudder at the recollection of his recent
combat, and realized the horror of a meeting with such creatures by
one who had no protection from their sharp beaks and talons.

"It's no wonder the Japs draw ugly pictures of those monsters," he
thought.  "People who live in these parts must pass most of their
lives in a tremble."

The sun was now shining brilliantly, and when the beautiful islands of
Japan came in sight Rob found that he had recovered his wonted
cheerfulness.  He moved along slowly, hovering with curious interest
over the quaint and picturesque villages and watching the industrious
Japanese patiently toiling at their tasks.  Just before he reached
Tokio he came to a military fort, and for nearly an hour watched the
skilful maneuvers of a regiment of soldiers at their morning drill.
They were not very big people, compared with other nations, but they
seemed alert and well trained, and the boy decided it would require a
brave enemy to face them on a field of battle.

Having at length satisfied his curiosity as to Japanese life and
customs Rob prepared for his long flight across the Pacific Ocean.

By consulting his map he discovered that should he maintain his course
due east, as before, he would arrive at a point in America very near
to San Francisco, which suited his plans excellently.

Having found that he moved more swiftly when farthest from the earth's
surface, because the air was more rarefied and offered less
resistance, Rob mounted upwards until the islands of Japan were mere
specks visible through the clear, sunny atmosphere.

Then he began his eastward flight, the broad surface of the Pacific
seeming like a blue cloud far beneath him.



16.  Shipwrecked Mariners


Ample proof of Rob's careless and restless nature having been frankly
placed before the reader in these pages, you will doubtless be
surprised when I relate that during the next few hours our young
gentleman suffered from a severe attack of homesickness, becoming as
gloomy and unhappy in its duration as ever a homesick boy could be.

It may have been because he was just then cut off from all his
fellow-creatures and even from the world itself; it may have been
because he was satiated with marvels and with the almost absolute
control over the powers which the Demon had conferred upon him; or it
may have been because he was born and reared a hearty, healthy
American boy, with a disposition to battle openly with the world and
take his chances equally with his fellows, rather than be placed in
such an exclusive position that no one could hope successfully to
oppose him.

Perhaps he himself did not know what gave him this horrible attack of
"the blues," but the truth is he took out his handkerchief and cried
like a baby from very loneliness and misery.

There was no one to see him, thank goodness! and the tears gave him
considerable relief.  He dried his eyes, made an honest struggle to
regain his cheerfulness, and then muttered to himself:

"If I stay up here, like an air-bubble in the sky, I shall certainly
go crazy.  I suppose there's nothing but water to look at down below,
but if I could only sight a ship, or even see a fish jump, it would do
me no end of good."

Thereupon he descended until, as the ocean's surface same nearer and
nearer, he discovered a tiny island lying almost directly underneath
him.  It was hardly big enough to make a dot on the biggest map, but a
clump of trees grew in the central portion, while around the edges
were jagged rocks protecting a sandy beach and a stretch of
flower-strewn upland leading to the trees.

It looked beautiful from Rob's elevated position, and his spirits
brightened at once.

"I'll drop down and pick a bouquet," he exclaimed, and a few moments
later his feet touched the firm earth of the island.

But before he could gather a dozen of the brilliant flowers a glad
shout reached his ears, and, looking up, he saw two men running towards
him from the trees.

They were dressed in sailor fashion, but their clothing was reduced to
rags and scarcely clung to their brown, skinny bodies.  As they advanced
they waved their arms wildly in the air and cried in joyful tones:

"A boat! a boat!"

Rob stared at them wonderingly, and had much ado to prevent the poor
fellows from hugging him outright, so great was their joy at his
appearance.  One of them rolled upon the ground, laughing and crying
by turns, while the other danced and cut capers until he became so
exhausted that he sank down breathless beside his comrade.

"How came you here?" then inquired the boy, in pitying tones.

"We're shipwrecked American sailors from the bark 'Cynthia Jane,'
which went down near here over a month ago," answered the smallest and
thinnest of the two.  "We escaped by clinging to a bit of wreckage and
floated to this island, where we have nearly starved to death.
Indeed, we now have eaten everything on the island that was eatable,
and had your boat arrived a few days later you'd have found us lying
dead upon the beach!"

Rob listened to this sad tale with real sympathy.

"But I didn't come here in a boat," said he.

The men sprang to their feet with white, scared faces.

"No boat!" they cried; "are you, too, shipwrecked?"

"No;" he answered.  "I flew here through the air."  And then he
explained to them the wonderful electric traveling machine.

But the sailors had no interest whatever in the relation.  Their
disappointment was something awful to witness, and one of them laid
his head upon his comrade's shoulder and wept with unrestrained grief,
so weak and discouraged had they become through suffering.

Suddenly Rob remembered that he could assist them, and took the box of
concentrated food tablets from his pocket.

"Eat these," he said, offering one of each to the sailors.

At first they could not understand that these small tablets would be
able to allay the pangs of hunger; but when Rob explained their
virtues the men ate them greedily.  Within a few moments they were so
greatly restored to strength and courage that their eyes brightened,
their sunken cheeks flushed, and they were able to converse with their
benefactor with calmness and intelligence.

Then the boy sat beside them upon the grass and told them the story of
his acquaintance with the Demon and of all his adventures since he had
come into possession of the wonderful electric contrivances.  In his
present mood he felt it would be a relief to confide in some one, and
so these poor, lonely men were the first to hear his story.

When he related the manner in which he had clung to the Turk while both
ascended into the air, the elder of the two sailors listened with rapt
attention, and then, after some thought, asked:

"Why couldn't you carry one or both of us to America?"

Rob took time seriously to consider this idea, while the sailors eyed
him with eager interest.  Finally he said:

"I'm afraid I couldn't support your weight long enough to reach any
other land.  It's a long journey, and you'd pull my arms out of joint
before we'd been up an hour."

Their faces fell at this, but one of them said:

"Why couldn't we swing ourselves over your shoulders with a rope?  Our
two bodies would balance each other and we are so thin and emaciated
that we do not weigh very much."

While considering this suggestion Rob remembered how at one time five
pirates had clung to his left leg and been carried some distance
through the air.

"Have you a rope?" he asked.

"No," was the answer; "but there are plenty of long, tough vines
growing on the island that are just as strong and pliable as ropes."

"Then, if you are willing to run the chances," decided the boy, "I
will make the attempt to save you.  But I must warn you that in case I
find I can not support the weight of your bodies I shall drop one or
both of you into the sea."

They looked grave at this prospect, but the biggest one said:

"We would soon meet death from starvation if you left us here on the
island; so, as there is at least a chance of our being able to escape
in your company I, for one, am willing to risk being drowned.  It is
easier and quicker than being starved.  And, as I'm the heavier,
I suppose you'll drop me first."

"Certainly," declared Rob, promptly.

This announcement seemed to be an encouragement to the little sailor,
but he said, nervously:

"I hope you'll keep near the water, for I haven't a good head for
heights--they always make me dizzy."

"Oh, if you don't want to go," began Rob, "I can easily--"

"But I do! I do! I do!" cried the little man, interrupting him.  "I
shall die if you leave me behind!"

"Well, then, get your ropes, and we'll do the best we can,"
said the boy.

They ran to the trees, around the trunks of which were clinging many
tendrils of greenish-brown vine which possessed remarkable strength.
With their knives they cut a long section of this vine, the ends of
which were then tied into loops large enough to permit the sailors to
sit in them comfortably.  The connecting piece Rob padded with seaweed
gathered from the shore, to prevent its cutting into his shoulders.

"Now, then," he said, when all was ready, "take your places."

The sailors squatted in the loops, and Rob swung the vine over his
shoulders and turned the indicator of the traveling machine to "up."

As they slowly mounted into the sky the little sailor gave a squeal of
terror and clung to the boy's arm; but the other, although seemingly
anxious, sat quietly in his place and made no trouble.

"D--d--don't g--g--go so high!" stammered the little one, tremblingly;
"suppose we should f--f--fall!"

"Well, s'pose we should?" answered Rob, gruffly.  "You couldn't drown
until you struck the water, so the higher we are the longer you'll
live in case of accident."

This phase of the question seemed to comfort the frightened fellow
somewhat; but, as he said, he had not a good head for heights, and so
continued to tremble in spite of his resolve to be brave.

The weight on Rob's shoulders was not so great as he had feared, the
traveling machine seeming to give a certain lightness and buoyancy to
everything that came into contact with its wearer.

As soon as he had reached a sufficient elevation to admit of good speed
he turned the indicator once more to the east and began moving rapidly
through the air, the shipwrecked sailors dangling at either side.

"This is aw--aw--awful!" gasped the little one.

"Say, you shut up!" commanded the boy, angrily.  "If your friend was
as big a coward as you are I'd drop you both this minute.  Let go my
arm and keep quiet, if you want to reach land alive."

The fellow whimpered a little, but managed to remain silent for several
minutes.  Then he gave a sudden twitch and grabbed Rob's arm again.

"S'pose--s'pose the vine should break!" he moaned, a horrified look
upon his face.

"I've had about enough of this," said Rob, savagely.  "If you haven't
any sense you don't deserve to live."  He turned the indicator on the
dial of the machine and they began to descend rapidly.

The little fellow screamed with fear, but Rob paid no attention to him
until the feet of the two suspended sailors were actually dipping into
the waves, when he brought their progress to an abrupt halt.

"Wh--wh--what are you g--g--going to do?" gurgled the cowardly sailor.

"I'm going to feed you to the sharks--unless you promise to keep your
mouth shut," retorted the boy.  "Now, then; decide at once!  Which will
it be--sharks or silence?"

"I won't say a word--'pon my honor, I won't!" said the sailor shudderingly.

"All right; remember your promise and we'll have no further trouble,"
remarked Rob, who had hard work to keep from laughing at the man's
abject terror.

Once more he ascended and continued the journey, and for several hours
they rode along swiftly and silently.  Rob's shoulders were beginning
to ache with the continued tugging of the vine upon them, but the
thought that he was saving the lives of two unfortunate
fellow-creatures gave him strength and courage to persevere.

Night was falling when they first sighted land; a wild and seemingly
uninhabited stretch of the American coast.  Rob made no effort to
select a landing place, for he was nearly worn out with a strain and
anxiety of the journey.  He dropped his burden upon the brow of a high
bluff overlooking the sea and, casting the vine from his shoulders,
fell to the earth exhausted and half fainting.



17.  The Coast of Oregon


When he had somewhat recovered, Rob sat up and looked around him.  The
elder sailor was kneeling in earnest prayer, offering grateful thanks
for his escape from suffering and death.  The younger one lay upon the
ground sobbing and still violently agitated by recollections of the
frightful experiences he had undergone.  Although he did not show his
feelings as plainly as the men, the boy was none the less gratified at
having been instrumental in saving the lives of two fellow-beings.

The darkness was by this time rapidly enveloping them, so Rob asked
his companions to gather some brushwood and light a fire, which they
quickly did.  The evening was cool for the time of year, and the heat
from the fire was cheering and grateful; so they all lay near the
glowing embers and fell fast asleep.

The sound of voices aroused Rob next morning, and on opening his eyes
and gazing around he saw several rudely dressed men approaching.  The
two shipwrecked sailors were still sound asleep.

Rob stood up and waited for the strangers to draw near.  They seemed
to be fishermen, and were much surprised at finding three people
asleep upon the bluff.

"Whar 'n thunder 'd ye come from?" asked the foremost fisherman, in a
surprised voice.

"From the sea," replied the boy.  "My friends here are shipwrecked
sailors from the 'Cynthia Jane.'"

"But how'd ye make out to climb the bluff?" inquired a second
fisherman; "no one ever did it afore, as we knows on."

"Oh, that is a long story," replied the boy, evasively.

The two sailors had awakened and now saluted the new-comers.  Soon
they were exchanging a running fire of questions and answers.

"Where are we?" Rob heard the little sailor ask.

"Coast of Oregon," was the reply.  "We're about seven miles from Port
Orford by land an' about ten miles by sea."

"Do you live at Port Orford?" inquired the sailor.

"That's what we do, friend; an' if your party wants to join us we'll
do our best to make you comf'table, bein' as you're shipwrecked an'
need help."

Just then a loud laugh came from another group, where the elder sailor
had been trying to explain Rob's method of flying through the air.

"Laugh all you want to," said the sailor, sullenly; "it's true--ev'ry
word of it!"

"Mebbe you think it, friend," answered a big, good-natured fisherman;
"but it's well known that shipwrecked folks go crazy sometimes, an'
imagine strange things.  Your mind seems clear enough in other ways,
so I advise you to try and forget your dreams about flyin'."

Rob now stepped forward and shook hands with the sailors.

"I see you have found friends," he said to them, "so I will leave you
and continue my journey, as I'm in something of a hurry."

Both sailors began to thank him profusely for their rescue, but he
cut them short.

"That's all right.  Of course I couldn't leave you on that island to
starve to death, and I'm glad I was able to bring you away with me."

"But you threatened to drop me into the sea," remarked the little
sailor, in a grieved voice.

"So I did," said Rob, laughing; "but I wouldn't have done it for the
world--not even to have saved my own life.  Good-by!"

He turned the indicator and mounted skyward, to the unbounded
amazement of the fishermen, who stared after him with round eyes
and wide open mouths.

"This sight will prove to them that the sailors are not crazy," he
thought, as he turned to the south and sped away from the bluff.  "I
suppose those simple fishermen will never forget this wonderful
occurrence, and they'll probably make reg'lar heroes of the two men
who have crossed the Pacific through the air."

He followed the coast line, keeping but a short distance above the earth,
and after an hour's swift flight reached the city of San Francisco.

His shoulders were sore and stiff from the heavy strain upon them of
the previous day, and he wished more than once that he had some of his
mother's household liniment to rub them with.  Yet so great was his
delight at reaching once more his native land that all discomforts
were speedily forgotten.

Much as he would have enjoyed a day in the great metropolis of the
Pacific slope, Rob dared not delay longer than to take a general view
of the place, to note its handsome edifices and to wonder at the
throng of Chinese inhabiting one section of the town.

These things were much more plainly and quickly viewed by Rob from
above than by threading a way through the streets on foot; for he
looked down upon the city as a bird does, and covered miles with a
single glance.

Having satisfied his curiosity without attempting to alight, he turned
to the southeast and followed the peninsula as far as Palo Alto, where
he viewed the magnificent buildings of the university.  Changing his
course to the east, he soon reached Mount Hamilton, and, being
attracted by the great tower of the Lick Observatory, he hovered over
it until he found he had attracted the excited gaze of the inhabitants,
who doubtless observed him very plainly through the big telescope.

But so unreal and seemingly impossible was the sight witnessed by the
learned astronomers that they have never ventured to make the incident
public, although long after the boy had darted away into the east they
argued together concerning the marvelous and incomprehensible vision.
Afterward they secretly engrossed the circumstance upon their records,
but resolved never to mention it in public, lest their wisdom and
veracity should be assailed by the skeptical.

Meantime Rob rose to a higher altitude, and sped swiftly across the
great continent.  By noon he sighted Chicago, and after a brief
inspection of the place from the air determined to devote at least an
hour to forming the acquaintance of this most wonderful and
cosmopolitan city.



18.  A Narrow Escape


The Auditorium Tower, where "the weather man" sits to flash his
reports throughout the country, offered an inviting place for the boy
to alight.  He dropped quietly upon the roof of the great building and
walked down the staircase until he reached the elevators, by means of
which he descended to the ground floor without exciting special attention.

The eager rush and hurry of the people crowding the sidewalks
impressed Rob with the idea that they were all behind time and were
trying hard to catch up.  He found it impossible to walk along
comfortably without being elbowed and pushed from side to side; so a
half hour's sight-seeing under such difficulties tired him greatly.
It was a beautiful afternoon, and finding himself upon the Lake Front,
Rob hunted up a vacant bench and sat down to rest.

Presently an elderly gentleman with a reserved and dignified
appearance and dressed in black took a seat next to the boy and drew a
magazine from his pocket.  Rob saw that he opened it to an article on
"The Progress of Modern Science," in which he seemed greatly interested.

After a time the boy remembered that he was hungry, not having eaten a
tablet in more than twenty-four hours.  So he took out the silver box
and ate one of the small, round disks it contained.

"What are those?" inquired the old gentleman in a soft voice.  "You
are too young to be taking patent medicines."

"There are not medicines, exactly," answered the boy, with a smile.
"They are Concentrated Food Tablets, sorted with nourishment by means
of electricity.  One of them furnishes a person with food for an
entire day."

The old gentleman stared at Rob a moment and then laid down his magazine
and took the box in his hands, examining the tablets curiously.

"Are these patented?" he asked.

"No," said Rob; "they are unknown to any one but myself."

"I will give you a half million dollars for the recipe to make them,"
said the gentleman.

"I fear I must refuse your offer," returned Rob, with a laugh.

"I'll make it a million," said the gentleman, coolly.

Rob shook his head.

"Money can't buy the recipe," he said; "for I don't know it myself."

"Couldn't the tablets be chemically analyzed, and the secret
discovered?" inquired the other.

"I don't know; but I'm not going to give any one the chance to try,"
declared the boy, firmly.

The old gentleman picked up his magazine without another word, and
resumed his reading.

For amusement Rob took the Record of Events from his pocket and began
looking at the scenes reflected from its polished plate.

Presently he became aware that the old gentleman was peering over his
shoulder with intense interest.  General Funston was just then engaged
in capturing the rebel chief, Aguinaldo, and for a few moments both
man and boy observed the occurrence with rapt attention.  As the scene
was replaced by one showing a secret tunnel of the Russian Nihilists,
with the conspirators carrying dynamite to a recess underneath the
palace of the Czar, the gentleman uttered a long sigh and asked:

"Will you sell that box?"

"No," answered Rob, shortly, and put it back into his pocket.

"I'll give you a million dollars to control the sale in Chicago alone,"
continued the gentleman, with an eager inflection in his smooth voice.

"You seem quite anxious to get rid of money," remarked Rob,
carelessly.  "How much are you worth?"

"Personally?"

"Yes."

"Nothing at all, young man.  I am not offering you my own money.  But
with such inventions as you have exhibited I could easily secure
millions of capital.  Suppose we form a trust, and place them upon the
market.  We'll capitalize it for a hundred millions, and you can have
a quarter of the stock--twenty-five millions.  That would keep you
from worrying about grocery bills."

"But I wouldn't need groceries if I had the tablets," said Rob, laughing.

"True enough!  But you could take life easily and read your newspaper
in comfort, without being in any hurry to get down town to business.
Twenty-five millions would bring you a cozy little income,
if properly invested."

"I don't see why one should read newspapers when the Record of Events
shows all that is going on in the world," objected Rob.

"True, true!  But what do you say to the proposition?"

"I must decline, with thanks.  These inventions are not for sale."

The gentleman sighed and resumed his magazine, in which he became
much absorbed.

Rob put on the Character Marking Spectacles and looked at him.  The
letters "E," "W" and "C" were plainly visible upon the composed,
respectable looking brow of his companion.

"Evil, wise and cruel," reflected Rob, as he restored the spectacles
to his pocket.  "How easily such a man could impose upon people.  To
look at him one would think that butter wouldn't melt in his mouth!"

He decided to part company with this chance acquaintance and, rising
from his seat, strolled leisurely up the walk.  A moment later, on
looking back, he discovered that the old gentleman had disappeared.

He walked down State Street to the river and back again, amused by the
activity displayed in this busy section of the city.  But the time
he had allowed himself in Chicago had now expired, so he began
looking around for some high building from the roof of which he
could depart unnoticed.

This was not at all difficult, and selecting one of many stores he
ascended by an elevator to the top floor and from there mounted an
iron stairway leading to the flat roof.  As he climbed this stairway
he found himself followed by a pleasant looking young man, who also
seemed desirous of viewing the city from the roof.

Annoyed at the inopportune intrusion, Rob's first thought was to go
back to the street and try another building; but, upon reflecting that
the young man was not likely to remain long and he would soon be
alone, he decided to wait.  So he walked to the edge of the roof and
appeared to be interested in the scenery spread out below him.

"Fine view from here, ain't it?" said the young man, coming up to him
and placing his hand carelessly upon the boy's shoulder.

"It is, indeed," replied Rob, leaning over the edge to look
into the street.

As he spoke he felt himself gently but firmly pushed from behind and,
losing his balance, he plunged headforemost from the roof and whirled
through the intervening space toward the sidewalk far below.

Terrified though he was by the sudden disaster, the boy had still wit
enough remaining to reach out his right hand and move the indicator of
the machine upon his left wrist to the zero mark.  Immediately he
paused in his fearful flight and presently came to a stop at a
distance of less than fifteen feet from the flagstones which had
threatened to crush out his life.

As he stared downward, trying to recover his self-possession, he saw
the old gentleman he had met on the Lake Front standing just below
and looking at him with a half frightened, half curious expression
in his eyes.

At once Rob saw through the whole plot to kill him and thus secure
possession of his electrical devices.  The young man upon the roof who
had attempted to push him to his death was a confederate of the
innocent appearing old gentleman, it seemed, and the latter had calmly
awaited his fall to the pavement to seize the coveted treasures from
his dead body.  It was an awful idea, and Rob was more frightened than
he had ever been before in his life--or ever has been since.

But now the shouts of a vast concourse of amazed spectators reached
the boy's ears.  He remembered that he was suspended in mid-air over
the crowded street of a great city, while thousands of wondering eyes
were fixed upon him.

So he quickly set the indicator to the word "up," and mounted sky-ward
until the watchers below could scarcely see him.  They he fled away
into the east, even yet shuddering with the horror of his recent
escape from death and filled with disgust at the knowledge that there
were people who held human life so lightly that they were willing to
destroy it to further their own selfish ends.

"And the Demon wants such people as these to possess his electrical
devices, which are as powerful to accomplish evil when in wrong hands
as they are good!" thought the boy, resentfully.  "This would be a
fine world if Electric Tubes and Records of Events and Traveling
Machines could be acquired by selfish and unprincipled persons!"

So unnerved was Rob by his recent experiences that he determined to
make no more stops.  However, he alighted at nightfall in the country,
and slept upon the sweet hay in a farmer's barn.

But, early the next morning, before any one else was astir, he resumed
his journey, and at precisely ten o'clock of this day, which was
Saturday, he completed his flying trip around the world by alighting
unobserved upon the well-trimmed lawn of his own home.



19.  Rob Makes a Resolution


When Rob opened the front door he came face to face with Nell, who
gave an exclamation of joy and threw herself into his arms.

"Oh, Rob!" she cried, "I'm so glad you've come.  We have all been
dreadfully worried about you, and mother--"

"Well, what about mother?" inquired the boy, anxiously, as she paused.

"She's been very ill, Rob; and the doctor said to-day that unless we
heard from you soon he would not be able to save her life.  The
uncertainty about you is killing her."

Rob stood stock still, all the eager joy of his return frozen into horror
at the thought that he had caused his dear mother so much suffering.

"Where is she, Nell?" he asked, brokenly.

"In her room.  Come; I'll take you to her."

Rob followed with beating heart, and soon was clasped close to his
mother's breast.

"Oh, my boy--my dear boy!" she murmured, and then for very joy and
love she was unable to say more, but held him tight and stroked his
hair gently and kissed him again and again.

Rob said little, except to promise that he would never again leave
home without her full consent and knowledge.  But in his mind he
contrasted the love and comfort that now surrounded him with the
lonely and unnatural life he had been leading and, boy though he was
in years, a mighty resolution that would have been creditable to an
experienced man took firm root in his heart.

He was obliged to recount all his adventures to his mother and,
although he made light of the dangers he had passed through, the story
drew many sighs and shudders from her.

When luncheon time arrived he met his father, and Mr. Joslyn took
occasion to reprove his son in strong language for running away from
home and leaving them filled with anxiety as to his fate.  However,
when he saw how happy and improved in health his dear wife was at her
boy's return, and when he had listened to Rob's manly confession of
error and expressions of repentance, he speedily forgave the culprit
and treated him as genially as ever.

Of course the whole story had to be repeated, his sisters listening
this time with open eyes and ears and admiring their adventurous
brother immensely.  Even Mr. Joslyn could not help becoming profoundly
interested, but he took care not to show any pride he might feel in
his son's achievements.

When his father returned to his office Rob went to his own bed-chamber
and sat for a long time by the window in deep thought.  When at last
he aroused himself, he found it was nearly four o'clock.

"The Demon will be here presently," he said, with a thrill of
aversion, "and I must be in the workshop to receive him."

Silently he stole to the foot of the attic stairs and then paused to
listen.  The house seemed very quiet, but he could hear his mother's
voice softly humming a cradle-song that she had sung to him when he
was a baby.

He had been nervous and unsettled and a little fearful until then, but
perhaps the sound of his mother's voice gave him courage, for he
boldly ascended the stairs and entered the workshop, closing and
locking the door behind him.



20.  The Unhappy Fate of the Demon


Again the atmosphere quickened and pulsed with accumulating
vibrations.  Again the boy found himself aroused to eager expectancy.
There was a whirl in the air; a crackling like distant musketry;
a flash of dazzling light--and the Demon stood before him
for the third time.

"I give you greetings!" said he, in a voice not unkindly.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Demon," answered the boy, bowing gravely.

"I see you have returned safely from your trip," continued the
Apparition, cheerfully, "although at one time I thought you would be
unable to escape.  Indeed, unless I had knocked that tube from the
rascally Turk's hand as he clambered to the top of the wall, I believe
you would have been at the Yarkand oasis yet--either dead or alive, as
chance might determine."

"Were you there?" asked Rob.

"To be sure.  And I recovered the tube for you, without which you
would have been helpless.  But that is the only time I saw fit to
interfere in any way."

"I'm afraid I did not get a chance to give many hints to inventors or
scientists," said Rob.

"True, and I have deeply regretted it," replied the Demon.  "But your
unusual powers caused more astonishment and consternation than you,
perhaps, imagined; for many saw you whom you were too busy to notice.
As a result several able electricians are now thinking new thoughts
along new lines, and some of them may soon give these or similar
inventions to the world."

"You are satisfied, then?" asked Rob.

"As to that," returned the Demon, composedly, "I am not.  But I have
hopes that with the addition of the three marvelous devices I shall
present you with to-day you will succeed in arousing so much popular
interest in electrical inventions as to render me wholly satisfied
with the result of this experiment."

Rob regarded the brilliant apparition with a solemn face,
but made no answer.

"No living person," continued the Demon, "has ever before been favored
with such comforting devices for the preservation and extension of
human life as yourself.  You seem quite unappreciative, it is true;
but since our connection I have come to realize that you are but an
ordinary boy, with many boyish limitations; so I do not condemn your
foolish actions too harshly."

"That is kind of you," said Rob.

"To prove my friendliness," pursued the Demon, "I have brought, as the
first of to-day's offerings this Electro-Magnetic Restorer.  You see
it is shaped like a thin metal band, and is to be worn upon the
brow, clasping at the back of the head.  Its virtues surpass those of
either the fabulous 'Fountain of Youth,' or the 'Elixir of Life,' so
vainly sought for in past ages.  For its wearer will instantly become
free from any bodily disease or pain and will enjoy perfect health and
vigor.  In truth, so great are its powers that even the dead may be
restored to life, provided the blood has not yet chilled.
In presenting you with this appliance, I feel I am bestowing
upon you the greatest blessing and most longed-for boon ever
bequeathed of suffering humanity."

Here he held the slender, dull-colored metallic band toward the boy.

"Keep it," said Rob.

The Demon started, and gave him an odd look.

"What did you say?" he asked.

"I told you to keep it," answered Rob.  "I don't want it."

The Demon staggered back as if he had been struck.

"Don't want it!" he gasped.

"No; I've had enough of your infernal inventions!" cried the boy, with
sudden anger.

He unclasped the traveling machine from his wrist and laid it on the
table beside the Demon.

"There's the thing that's responsible for most of my troubles," said
he, bitterly.  "What right has one person to fly through the air while
all his fellow-creatures crawl over the earth's surface?  And why
should I be cut off from all the rest of the world because you have
given me this confounded traveling machine?  I didn't ask for it, and
I won't keep it a moment longer.  Give it to some one you hate more
than you do me!"

The Demon stared aghast and turned his glittering eyes wonderingly
from Rob to the traveling machine and back again, as if to be sure he
had heard and seen aright.

"And here are your food tablets," continued the boy, placing the box
upon the table.  "I've only enjoyed one square meal since you gave
them to me.  They're all right to preserve life, of course, and answer
the purpose for which they were made; but I don't believe nature ever
intended us to exist upon such things, or we wouldn't have the sense
of taste, which enables us to enjoy natural food.  As long as I'm a
human being I'm going to eat like a human being, so I've consumed my
last Electrical Concentrated Food Tablet--and don't you forget it!"

The Demon sank into a chair, nerveless and limp, but still staring
fearfully at the boy.

"And there's another of your unnatural devices," said Rob, putting the
Automatic Record of Events upon the table beside the other things.
"What right have you to capture vibrations that radiate from private
and secret actions and discover them to others who have no business to
know them?  This would be a fine world if every body could peep into
every one else's affairs, wouldn't it?  And here is your Character
Marker.  Nice thing for a decent person to own, isn't it?  Any one who
would take advantage of such a sneaking invention as that would be
worse than a thief!  Oh, I've used them, of course, and I ought to be
spanked for having been so mean and underhanded; but I'll never be
guilty of looking through them again."

The Demon's face was frowning and indignant.  He made a motion to
rise, but thought better of it and sank back in his chair.

"As for the Garment of Protection," resumed the boy, after a pause,
"I've worn it for the last time, and here it is, at your service.
I'll put the Electric Tube with it.  Not that these are such very bad
things in themselves, but I'll have none of your magical contrivances.
I'll say this, however: if all armies were equipped with Electrical
Tubes instead of guns and swords the world would be spared a lot of
misery and unnecessary bloodshed.  Perhaps in time; but that time
hasn't arrived yet."

"You might have hastened it," said the Demon, sternly, "if you had
been wise enough to use your powers properly."

"That's just it," answered Rob.  "I'm NOT wise enough.  Nor is the
majority of mankind wise enough to use such inventions as yours
unselfishly and for the good of the world.  If people were better, and
every one had an equal show, it would be different."

For some moments the Demon sat quietly thinking.  Finally the frown
left his face and he said, with animation:

"I have other inventions, which you may use without any such qualms of
conscience.  The Electro-Magnetic Restorer I offered you would be a
great boon to your race, and could not possibly do harm.  And, besides
this, I have brought you what I call the Illimitable Communicator.  It
is a simple electric device which will enable you, wherever you may
be, to converse with people in any part of the world, without the use
of such crude connections as wires.  In fact, you may--"

"Stop!" cried Rob.  "It is useless for you to describe it, because
I'll have nothing more to do with you or your inventions.  I have
given them a fair trial, and they've got me into all sorts of trouble
and made all my friends miserable.  If I was some high-up scientist it
would be different; but I'm just a common boy, and I don't want to be
anything else."

"But, your duty--" began the Demon.

"My duty I owe to myself and to my family," interrupted Rob.  "I have
never cultivated science, more than to fool with some simple
electrical experiments, so I owe nothing to either science or the
Demon of Electricity, so far as I can see."

"But consider," remonstrated the Demon, rising to his feet and
speaking in a pleading voice, "consider the years that must elapse
before any one else is likely to strike the Master Key!  And, in the
meanwhile, consider my helpless position, cut off from all interest in
the world while I have such wonderful inventions on my hands for the
benefit of mankind.  If you have no love for science or for the
advancement of civilization, DO have some consideration for your
fellow-creatures, and for me!"

"If my fellow-creatures would have as much trouble with your
electrical inventions as I had, I am doing them a service by depriving
them of your devices," said the boy.  "As for yourself, I've no fault
to find with you, personally.  You're a very decent sort of Demon, and
I've no doubt you mean well; but there's something wrong about our
present combination, I'm sure.  It isn't natural."

The Demon made a gesture of despair.

"Why, oh why did not some intelligent person strike the Master Key!"
he moaned.

"That's it!" exclaimed Rob.  "I believe that's the root of
the whole evil."

"What is?" inquired the Demon, stupidly.

"The fact that an intelligent person did not strike the Master Key.
You don't seem to understand.  Well, I'll explain.  You're the Demon
of Electricity, aren't you?"

"I am," said the other, drawing himself up proudly.

"Your mission is to obey the commands of whoever is able to strike the
Master Key of Electricity."

"That is true."

"I once read in a book that all things are regulated by exact laws of
nature.  If that is so you probably owe your existence to those laws."
The Demon nodded.  "Doubtless it was intended that when mankind became
intelligent enough and advanced enough to strike the Master Key, you
and all your devices would not only be necessary and acceptable to
them, but the world would be prepared for their general use.  That
seems reasonable, doesn't it?"

"Perhaps so.  Yes; it seems reasonable," answered the Demon, thoughtfully.

"Accidents are always liable to happen," continued the boy.  "By
accident the Master Key was struck long before the world of science
was ready for it--or for you.  Instead of considering it an accident
and paying no attention to it you immediately appeared to me--a mere
boy--and offered your services."

"I was very anxious to do something," returned the Demon, evasively.
"You've no idea how stupid it is for me to live invisible and unknown,
while all the time I have in my possession secrets of untold benefit
to the world."

"Well, you'll have to keep cool and bide your time," said Rob.  "The
world wasn't made in a minute, and while civilization is going on at a
pretty good pace, we're not up to the Demon of Electricity yet."

"What shall I do!" groaned the Apparition, wringing his hands
miserably; "oh, what shall I do!"

"Go home and lie down," replied Rob, sympathetically.  "Take it easy
and don't get rattled.  Nothing was every created without a use, they
say; so your turn will come some day, sure!  I'm sorry for you, old
fellow, but it's all your own fault."

"You are right!" exclaimed the Demon, striding up and down the room,
and causing thereby such a crackling of electricity in the air that
Rob's hair became rigid enough to stand on end.  "You are right, and I
must wait--wait--wait--patiently and silently--until my bonds are
loosed by intelligence rather than chance!  It is a dreary fate.  But
I must wait--I must wait--I must wait!"

"I'm glad you've come to your senses," remarked Rob, drily.  "So, if
you've nothing more to say--"

"No! I have nothing more to say.  There IS nothing more to say.  You
and I are two.  We should never had met!" retorted the Demon, showing
great excitement.

"Oh, I didn't seek your acquaintance," said Rob.  "But I've tried to
treat you decently, and I've no fault to find with you except that
you forgot you were a slave and tried to be a master."

The Demon did not reply.  He was busily forcing the various electrical
devices that Rob had relinquished into the pockets of his fiery jacket.

Finally he turned with an abrupt movement.

"Good-by!" he cried.  "When mortal eyes next behold me they will be
those of one fit to command my services!  As for you, your days will
be passed in obscurity and your name be unknown to fame.
Good-by,--forever!"

The room filled with a flash of white light so like a sheet of
lightning that the boy went reeling backwards, half stunned and
blinded by its dazzling intensity.

When he recovered himself the Demon of Electricity had disappeared.


Rob's heart was very light as he left the workshop and made his way
down the attic stairs.

"Some people might think I was a fool to give up those electrical
inventions," he reflected; "but I'm one of those persons who know when
they've had enough.  It strikes me the fool is the fellow who can't
learn a lesson.  I've learned mine, all right.  It's no fun being a
century ahead of the times!"





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