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Authors: Alexander Key

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“Posh and twiddle, he's going on ten, eleven, or maybe twelve,” said the doctor, who never could remember Jim's age. “Anyway, he's practically a juvenile adult.”

“I'm quite aware of it, dear, and I'd never let you go bumbling so far from home without him. Butâbut
Mars
!”

“Aw, Mom,” said Jim. “It's only a bit farther than the Moon, sort of.”

“Only a trifle, so to speak,” hastened the doctor. “Space is so readily relative, especially in a saucer. We'll pop over, look at a canal or two, and pop right back.” He snapped his fingers. “Just like that. Nothing to it. You really should come along, Miranda, and see the Martian canals. They'reâ”

“Gracious, no! Someone in this family has to keep a firm foot on solid Earth. But I suppose you're taking Sprockets and Rivets?”

“Sprockets, yes. He's needed. Rivets, no. I can't risk being flumdiddled on the fourth planet by a piddling little robot that plays with marbles.”

They were interrupted by Sprockets, who came hurrying to help the doctor pack.

“Where's Rivets?” the doctor demanded.

“Sir, Ilium and Leli are running a language tape through his slot. They think he can learn a simplified version of their musical tongue. In which case, sir, he would be of inestimable help in communications whenever we are separated.”

“Glurp!” gurgled the doctor. “That settles it. Sprockets, pack my ice skates and swimming trunks. We must be prepared to investigate the Martian canals, depending on their condition. But don't bother with the space suitsâIlium has much better ones than ours.”

By the time they were ready to leave, Mrs. Bailey had stuffed a huge lunch basket with sandwiches, fried chicken, cheese, sausage, olives, pickles, plums, ice cream and cake, and a special box of goodies for Ilium and Leli. Finally she handed Jim a big thermos bottle filled with sassafras tea with large gobs of sourwood honey in it.

“Now mind, Jim. Whenever your daddy gets too excited, give him a cup of tea.”

“Yes, Mom. What do you want me to bring you from Mars?”

“Anything but that Something. I won't have it in the house.”

She kissed them all good-by except Rivets, who was still recovering from his language tape, and she stood waving to them while the saucer rose humming in the sunlight.

They rose slowly at first, then Ilium switched on the under-gravity nullifiers and the saucer sped almost instantly into the darkness of space. With the nullifiers on, it seemed, even to Sprockets, that they were standing still. The only way he could tell that they were moving was to see Earth becoming smaller and smaller on one side, and space becoming blacker and blacker on the otherâexcept for the small red dot that was Mars growing bigger and redder.

“Whee!” said the doctor. “This is really whizzing. How does the saucer do it, Sprockets?”

“Sir, as I've explained to you before, the saucer has hyper-sub-medio space inductors that are connected to a thought thingummy, so naturally we can fly as fast as thought.”

“Naturally,” said the doctor, “I remember. Ilium has merely to think for it to goâthis way or that way, and as fast as he wantsâand that's the way it goes. So of course we fly thoughtfully. Very simple indeed. How fast are we flying now?”

Sprockets spoke to Ilium, then translated: “Only three hundred thousand miles a minute at the moment, sir. It is dreadfully slow, but he says if we go faster you might become abbledâI mean addledâeven with the nullifiers on. At the present rate, sir, we will land on Mars in six hours and seven minutes. As for Professor Katz and the Mongolians, of courseâ”

“Yes, yes? What about the rascals? Are we near them?”

“Practically abeam, sir. As nearly as I can compute, sir, they are six thousand and three miles, seven hundred and forty-two feet off to starboard. Ilium wants to know if you would like to swing over and have a look at their spaceship.”

“Indeed I would! I have the gravest suspicions about their ship,” said the doctor emphatically.

“Daddy,” said Jim, “do you think their ship was built from the designs someone stole from you?”

“Exactly,” snapped the doctor. “And I suspect Vladimir Katz. All he can do is filch and purloin, connive and prevaricate. He cannot create.”

“Daddy, what does âfilch and purloin, connive and prevaricate' mean?”

“It means less than I can say, and he's a double-dyed rat to boot. Heaven preserve us! What's that racket?”

They turned to see Rivets sitting up, blinking his eye lights rapidly.

“Yeedle-de-yee! Jiggle-le-je!” Rivets was singing. “Oh, Spwockets, I can twibble like a mocklingbird!”

Sprockets had his screwdriver and oil can out in a flash. It took hardly a second to fix the screw, but it was too late to change what the doctor had heard.

Dr. Bailey shook his head sadly. “If only I'd known in time, I could have sent him back to the factory. Now we'll be stuck on Mars with an abbled robot.”

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About the Author

Alexander Key (1904â1979) started out as an illustrator before he began writing science fiction novels for young readers. He has published many titles, including
Sprockets: A Little Robot, Mystery of the Sassafras Chair
, and
The Forgotten Door
, winner of the Lewis Carroll Shelf Award. Key's novel
Escape to Witch Mountain
was adapted for film in 1975, 1995, and 2009.

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Cover design by Jesse Hayes

ISBN: 978-1-4976-5256-9

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