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"
I
will
now
,
"
said
Challenger
,
with
a
smile
of
pleased
anticipation
,
"
demonstrate
the
carrying
power
of
my
balloon
.
"
As
he
said
so
he
cut
with
a
knife
the
various
lashings
that
held
it
.
Never
was
our
expedition
in
more
imminent
danger
of
complete
annihilation
.
The
inflated
membrane
shot
up
with
frightful
velocity
into
the
air
.
In
an
instant
Challenger
was
pulled
off
his
feet
and
dragged
after
it
.
I
had
just
time
to
throw
my
arms
round
his
ascending
waist
when
I
was
myself
whipped
up
into
the
air
.
Lord
John
had
me
with
a
rat-trap
grip
round
the
legs
,
but
I
felt
that
he
also
was
coming
off
the
ground
.
For
a
moment
I
had
a
vision
of
four
adventurers
floating
like
a
string
of
sausages
over
the
land
that
they
had
explored
.
But
,
happily
,
there
were
limits
to
the
strain
which
the
rope
would
stand
,
though
none
apparently
to
the
lifting
powers
of
this
infernal
machine
.
There
was
a
sharp
crack
,
and
we
were
in
a
heap
upon
the
ground
with
coils
of
rope
all
over
us
.
When
we
were
able
to
stagger
to
our
feet
we
saw
far
off
in
the
deep
blue
sky
one
dark
spot
where
the
lump
of
basalt
was
speeding
upon
its
way
.
"
Splendid
!
"
cried
the
undaunted
Challenger
,
rubbing
his
injured
arm
.
"
A
most
thorough
and
satisfactory
demonstration
!
I
could
not
have
anticipated
such
a
success
.
Within
a
week
,
gentlemen
,
I
promise
that
a
second
balloon
will
be
prepared
,
and
that
you
can
count
upon
taking
in
safety
and
comfort
the
first
stage
of
our
homeward
journey
.
"
So
far
I
have
written
each
of
the
foregoing
events
as
it
occurred
.
Now
I
am
rounding
off
my
narrative
from
the
old
camp
,
where
Zambo
has
waited
so
long
,
with
all
our
difficulties
and
dangers
left
like
a
dream
behind
us
upon
the
summit
of
those
vast
ruddy
crags
which
tower
above
our
heads
.
We
have
descended
in
safety
,
though
in
a
most
unexpected
fashion
,
and
all
is
well
with
us
.
In
six
weeks
or
two
months
we
shall
be
in
London
,
and
it
is
possible
that
this
letter
may
not
reach
you
much
earlier
than
we
do
ourselves
.
Already
our
hearts
yearn
and
our
spirits
fly
towards
the
great
mother
city
which
holds
so
much
that
is
dear
to
us
.
It
was
on
the
very
evening
of
our
perilous
adventure
with
Challenger
's
home-made
balloon
that
the
change
came
in
our
fortunes
.
I
have
said
that
the
one
person
from
whom
we
had
had
some
sign
of
sympathy
in
our
attempts
to
get
away
was
the
young
chief
whom
we
had
rescued
.
He
alone
had
no
desire
to
hold
us
against
our
will
in
a
strange
land
.
He
had
told
us
as
much
by
his
expressive
language
of
signs
.
That
evening
,
after
dusk
,
he
came
down
to
our
little
camp
,
handed
me
(
for
some
reason
he
had
always
shown
his
attentions
to
me
,
perhaps
because
I
was
the
one
who
was
nearest
his
age
)
a
small
roll
of
the
bark
of
a
tree
,
and
then
pointing
solemnly
up
at
the
row
of
caves
above
him
,
he
had
put
his
finger
to
his
lips
as
a
sign
of
secrecy
and
had
stolen
back
again
to
his
people
.
I
took
the
slip
of
bark
to
the
firelight
and
we
examined
it
together
.
It
was
about
a
foot
square
,
and
on
the
inner
side
there
was
a
singular
arrangement
of
lines
,
which
I
here
reproduce
:
They
were
neatly
done
in
charcoal
upon
the
white
surface
,
and
looked
to
me
at
first
sight
like
some
sort
of
rough
musical
score
.
"
Whatever
it
is
,
I
can
swear
that
it
is
of
importance
to
us
,
"
said
I.
"
I
could
read
that
on
his
face
as
he
gave
it
.
"
"
Unless
we
have
come
upon
a
primitive
practical
joker
,
"
Summerlee
suggested
,
"
which
I
should
think
would
be
one
of
the
most
elementary
developments
of
man
.
"
"
It
is
clearly
some
sort
of
script
,
"
said
Challenger
.
