After contact with the Earth had been broken, Mars came in again and Johnny told them he had notified the Earth of our change in plans and we would be awaiting arrival of their ship.
"That's good. Our ship will be there for you early in the morning," was the friendly reply. "And by the way, don't worry about your fuel supply. If you should need more than you have to make your trip home to Earth, we will give you all you need. We have plenty of it. Our chemical laboratories use the same type fuel as you use in your airships, but our ships haven't used anything of that kind for thousands of years."
"We would like to bring your ship to Mars to show the people here for no one living now has ever seen one like it. But it isn't built to make such a trip. This isn't a reflection upon your intelligence when we tell you that your ship would be an antiquated curiosity to present day Martonians, belonging to a long forgotten people who were just growing into a state of civilization. We are glad you reached the Moon safely in it and we will find some other way for our people to see your ship."
After having seen so many ships from other planets, we understood what they meant and our feelings weren't hurt in the least.
This contact with Mars had hardly been broken when a large group of natives from both villages arrived on the scene to look after our ship while we were away. What method of communication they had between themselves and Mars, we don't know unless it was mental telepathy.
After again greeting our Moonalite friends, we groomed ourselves and then took a good rest for the journey just ahead.
As the first rays of the rising sun pierced the morning sky we saw a giant airship streaking out of space towards us. We knew it was the Martonian ship. It circled overhead once and then landed alongside of our ship.
As they land and start coming out of their ship, we realize these are not the same men we met in the city. The first man to leave the ship comes directly to us and shakes our hands in warm friendly greeting as he introduces himself.
He is a Martonian scientist and has been chosen as our host and guide on this trip. This man is about five feet, ten inches in height, well built but not heavy, or stout. His face is quite round with such a happy expression he seems always to be smiling. He is olive complexioned, has sparkling brown eyes and jet black hair. There is a warmth about his being which seems to so enfold us that we have not the slightest awareness of strangeness between us and these men.
After introducing himself, he introduces us to all the others who have come with him from Mars to meet us. In the group there are twelve scientists, six pilots, forty crew-men, and fourteen servants, seventy-two men in all.