VERNANIA: The Celebrated Works of Jules Verne in One Edition. Жюль Верн

      “Let us wait, then!”

      “Wait! Hold yourself in readiness in case of an attack, but do not fire without my orders.”

      The birds then collected at a short distance, yet to near that their naked necks, entirely bare of feathers, could be plainly seen, as they stretched them out with the effort of their cries, while their gristly crests, garnished with a comb and gills of deep violet, stood erect with rage. They were of the very largest size, their bodies being more than three feet in length, and the lower surface of their white wings glittering in the sunlight. They might well have been considered winged sharks, so striking was their resemblance to those ferocious rangers of the deep.

      “They are following us!” said the doctor, as he saw them ascending with him, “and, mount as we may, they can fly still higher!”

      “Well, what are we to do?” asked Kennedy.

      The doctor made no answer.

      “Listen, Samuel!” said the sportsman. “There are fourteen of those birds; we have seventeen shots at our disposal if we discharge all our weapons. Have we not the means, then, to destroy them or disperse them? I will give a good account of some of them!”

      “I have no doubt of your skill, Dick; I look upon all as dead that may come within range of your rifle, but I repeat that, if they attack the upper part of the balloon, you could not get a sight at them. They would tear the silk covering that sustains us, and we are three thousand feet up in the air!”

      At this moment, one of the ferocious birds darted right at the balloon, with outstretched beak and claws, ready to rend it with either or both.

      “Fire! fire at once!” cried the doctor.

      He had scarcely ceased, ere the huge creature, stricken dead, dropped headlong, turning over and over in space as he fell.

      Kennedy had already grasped one of the two-barrelled fowling-pieces and Joe was taking aim with another.

      Frightened by the report, the condors drew back for a moment, but they almost instantly returned to the charge with extreme fury. Kennedy severed the head of one from its body with his first shot, and Joe broke the wing of another.

      “Only eleven left,” said he.

      Thereupon the birds changed their tactics, and by common consent soared above the balloon. Kennedy glanced at Ferguson. The latter, in spite of his imperturbability, grew pale. Then ensued a moment of terrifying silence. In the next they heard a harsh tearing noise, as of something rending the silk, and the car seemed to sink from beneath the feet of our three aeronauts.

      “We are lost!” exclaimed Ferguson, glancing at the barometer, which was now swiftly rising.

      “Over with the ballast!” he shouted, “over with it!”

      And in a few seconds the last lumps of quartz had disappeared.

      “We are still falling! Empty the watertanks! Do you hear me, Joe? We are pitching into the lake!”

      Joe obeyed. The doctor leaned over and looked out. The lake seemed to come up toward him like a rising tide. Every object around grew rapidly in size while they were looking at it. The car was not two hundred feet from the surface of Lake Tchad.

      “The provisions! the provisions!” cried the doctor.

      And the box containing them was launched into space.

      Their descent became less rapid, but the luckless aeronauts were still falling, and into the lake.

      “Throw out something—something more!” cried the doctor.

      “There is nothing more to throw!” was Kennedy’s despairing response.

      “Yes, there is!” called Joe, and with a wave of the hand he disappeared like a flash, over the edge of the car.

      “Joe! Joe!” exclaimed the doctor, horror-stricken.

      The Victoria thus relieved resumed her ascending motion, mounted a thousand feet into the air, and the wind, burying itself in the disinflated covering, bore them away toward the northern part of the lake.

      “Lost!” exclaimed the sportsman, with a gesture of despair.

      “Lost to save us!” responded Ferguson.

      And these men, intrepid as they were, felt the large tears streaming down their cheeks. They leaned over with the vain hope of seeing some trace of their heroic companion, but they were already far away from him.

      “What course shall we pursue?” asked Kennedy.

      “Alight as soon as possible, Dick, and then wait.”

      After a sweep of some sixty miles the Victoria halted on a desert shore, on the north of the lake. The anchors caught in a low tree and the sportsman fastened it securely. Night came, but neither Ferguson nor Kennedy could find one moment’s sleep.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THIRD.

      Table of Contents

      Conjectures.—Reestablishment of the Victoria’s Equilibrium.—Dr. Ferguson’s New Calculations.—Kennedy’s Hunt.—A Complete Exploration of Lake Tchad.—Tangalia.—The Return.—Lari.

      On the morrow, the 13th of May, our travellers, for the first time, reconnoitred the part of the coast on which they had landed. It was a sort of island of solid ground in the midst of an immense marsh. Around this fragment of terra firma grew reeds as lofty as trees are in Europe, and stretching away out of sight.

      These impenetrable swamps gave security to the position of the balloon. It was necessary to watch only the borders of the lake. The vast stretch of water broadened away from the spot, especially toward the east, and nothing could be seen on the horizon, neither mainland nor islands.

      The two friends had not yet ventured to speak of their recent companion. Kennedy first imparted his conjectures to the doctor.

      “Perhaps Joe is not lost after all,” he said. “He was a skilful lad, and had few equals as a swimmer. He would find no difficulty in swimming across the Firth of Forth at Edinburgh. We shall see him again—but how and where I know not. Let us omit nothing on our part to give him the chance of rejoining us.”

      “May God grant it as you say, Dick!” replied the doctor, with much emotion. “We shall do everything in the world to find our lost friend again. Let us, in the first place, see where we are. But, above all things, let us rid the Victoria of this outside covering, which is of no further use. That will relieve us of six hundred and fifty pounds, a weight not to be despised—and the end is worth the trouble!”

      The doctor and Kennedy went to work at once, but they encountered great difficulty. They had to tear the strong silk away piece by piece, and then cut it in narrow strips so as to extricate it from the meshes of the network. The tear made by the beaks of the condors was found to be several feet in length.

      This operation took at least four hours, but at length the inner balloon once completely extricated did not appear to have suffered in the least degree. The Victoria was thus diminished in size by one fifth, and this difference was sufficiently noticeable to excite Kennedy’s surprise.

      “Will it be large enough?” he asked.

      “Have no fears on that score, I will reestablish the equilibrium, and should our poor Joe return we shall find a way to start off with him again on our old route.”

      “At the moment of our fall, unless I am mistaken, we were not far from an island.”

      “Yes, I recollect it,” said the doctor, “but that island, like all the islands on Lake Tchad, is, no doubt, inhabited by a gang of pirates and murderers. They certainly witnessed our misfortune, and should Joe