"Four ways," said the Very Young Man. "I'm no kid any more. I got a good job—that is," he added with a rueful air, "I had a good job. To-morrow I quit."
"Four ways," the Doctor corrected himself gravely. "I guess we can manage that."
"What can we take with us, do you think?" asked the Big Business Man.
"I think we should try strapping a belt around our waists, with pouches in it," said the Doctor. "I doubt if it would contract with our bodies, but still it might. If it didn't there would be no harm done; we could leave it behind."
"You want food and water," said the Banker. "Remember that barren country you are going through."
"And something on our feet," the Big Business Man put in.
"I'd like to take a revolver, too," said the Very Young Man. "It might come in awful handy."
"As I remember Rogers's description," said the Doctor thoughtfully, "the trip out is more difficult than going down. We mustn't overlook preparations for that; it is most imperative we should be careful."
"Say, talking about getting back," burst out the Very Young Man. "I'd like to see that other drug work first. It would be pretty rotten to get in there and have it go back on us, wouldn't it? Oh, golly!" The Very Young Man sank back in his chair overcome by the picture he had conjured up.
"I tried it," said the Doctor. "It works."