Nor did the world–dwellers attract as much attention as they expected they would. The Martians appeared to have satisfied their curiosity regarding the strangers the previous night, and now gave them but passing glances. Even the boys did not follow them.
Every one seemed to be busy, and the travelers noted many schools, in which the children were industriously studying, though it was early morning. Observatories, with great telescopes, were numerous, and astronomers were gazing at the sun or different parts of the heavens, even in daylight.
"They are a very learned people, and they never seem to cease from acquiring information," commented Mr. Henderson.
"Well, I'd like to acquire some information about where that red stuff is," said the German. "There is one of the metal boxes that contain some, up on that pole."
He pointed to one that evidently served as a street lamp at night.
"And there's a policeman near it," said Jack. "Ask him."
A Martian stood leaning against the light–pole, much as does an officer of the law on earth. That he was some sort of an official was evidenced by the uniform he wore.
Mr. Roumann approached the Martian, and made signs that he would like to see the light box. The officer shook his head vigorously, and said something rapidly.
"I guess they don't allow strangers to touch it," observed Jack.
"Evidently not," admitted Mr. Roumann. "I wonder if he knows where it comes from?"