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A
few
seconds
more
,
and
the
gigantic
water-spout
threw
itself
on
the
OMBU
,
and
caught
it
up
in
its
whirl
.
The
tree
shook
to
its
roots
Glenarvan
could
fancy
the
caimans
'
teeth
were
tearing
it
up
from
the
soil
;
for
as
he
and
his
companions
held
on
,
each
clinging
firmly
to
the
other
,
they
felt
the
towering
OMBU
give
way
,
and
the
next
minute
it
fell
right
over
with
a
terrible
hissing
noise
,
as
the
flaming
branches
touched
the
foaming
water
.
It
was
the
work
of
an
instant
.
Already
the
water-spout
had
passed
,
to
carry
on
its
destructive
work
elsewhere
.
It
seemed
to
empty
the
lake
in
its
passage
,
by
continually
drawing
up
the
water
into
itself
.
The
OMBU
now
began
to
drift
rapidly
along
,
impelled
by
wind
and
current
.
All
the
caimans
had
taken
their
departure
,
except
one
that
was
crawling
over
the
upturned
roots
,
and
coming
toward
the
poor
refugees
with
wide
open
jaws
.
But
Mulrady
,
seizing
hold
of
a
branch
that
was
half-burned
off
,
struck
the
monster
such
a
tremendous
blow
,
that
it
fell
back
into
the
torrent
and
disappeared
,
lashing
the
water
with
its
formidable
tail
.
Glenarvan
and
his
companions
being
thus
delivered
from
the
voracious
SAURIANS
,
stationed
themselves
on
the
branches
windward
of
the
conflagration
,
while
the
OMBU
sailed
along
like
a
blazing
fire-ship
through
the
dark
night
,
the
flames
spreading
themselves
round
like
sails
before
the
breath
of
the
hurricane
.
FOR
two
hours
the
OMBU
navigated
the
immense
lake
without
reaching
terra
firma
.
The
flames
which
were
devouring
it
had
gradually
died
out
.
The
chief
danger
of
their
frightful
passage
was
thus
removed
,
and
the
Major
went
the
length
of
saying
,
that
he
should
not
be
surprised
if
they
were
saved
after
all
.
The
direction
of
the
current
remained
unchanged
,
always
running
from
southwest
to
northeast
.
Profound
darkness
had
again
set
in
,
only
illumined
here
and
there
by
a
parting
flash
of
lightning
.
The
storm
was
nearly
over
.
The
rain
had
given
place
to
light
mists
,
which
a
breath
of
wind
dispersed
,
and
the
heavy
masses
of
cloud
had
separated
,
and
now
streaked
the
sky
in
long
bands
.
The
OMBU
was
borne
onward
so
rapidly
by
the
impetuous
torrent
,
that
anyone
might
have
supposed
some
powerful
locomotive
engine
was
hidden
in
its
trunk
.
It
seemed
likely
enough
they
might
continue
drifting
in
this
way
for
days
.
About
three
o'clock
in
the
morning
,
however
,
the
Major
noticed
that
the
roots
were
beginning
to
graze
the
ground
occasionally
,
and
by
sounding
the
depth
of
the
water
with
a
long
branch
,
Tom
Austin
found
that
they
were
getting
on
rising
ground
.
Twenty
minutes
afterward
,
the
OMBU
stopped
short
with
a
violent
jolt
.
"
Land
!
land
!
"
shouted
Paganel
,
in
a
ringing
tone
.
The
extremity
of
the
calcined
bough
had
struck
some
hillock
,
and
never
were
sailors
more
glad
;
the
rock
to
them
was
the
port
.
