Hank groaned.
"Jim Blakeson, you make me plumb sick! You're durn near as bad as Jamieson. That settles it! I began thinkin' this afternoon mebbe I'd do it; now I've made up my mind!"
"Do what?" I demanded.
"I'm gonna settle this question," he said firmly.
"I'm goin' back to the past an' find out if you two are right. If things is inevitable, or whether circumstances can change 'em."
I gulped. Hank sometimes said fantastic things but he never makes boasts he cannot fulfil. This, however—
"T—the past?" I faltered.
"You heard me," declared Hank petulantly. "I guess I'll be kinda busy f'r the next couple o' days. I'm goin' to build me one o' them there now time-travel machines!"
CHAPTER II