This compact body of vapor had appeared about eight o’clock in the morning, and, by eleven, it had already reached the height of the sun’s disk. The latter then disappeared entirely behind the murky veil, and the lower belt of cloud, at the same moment, lifted above the line of the horizon, which was again disclosed in a full blaze of daylight. “It’s only an isolated cloud,” remarked the doctor. “It won’t do to count much upon that.” “Look, Dick, its shape is just the same as when we saw it this morning!” “Then, doctor, there’s to be neither rain nor wind, at least for us!” “I fear so; the cloud keeps at a great height.” “Well, doctor, suppose we were to go in pursuit of this cloud, since it refuses to burst upon us?” “I fancy that to do so wouldn’t help us much; it would be a consumption of gas, and, consequently, of water, to little purpose; but, in our situation, we must not leave anything untried; therefore, let us ascend!” And with this, the doctor put on a full head of flame from the cylinder, and the dilation of the hydrogen, occasioned by such sudden and intense heat, sent the balloon rapidly aloft. About fifteen hundred feet from the ground, it encountered an opaque mass of cloud, and entered a dense fog, suspended at that elevation; but it did not meet with the least breath of wind. This fog seemed even destitute of humidity, and the articles brought in contact with it were scarcely dampened in the slightest degree. The balloon, completely enveloped in the vapor, gained a little increase of speed, perhaps, and that was all. The doctor gloomily recognized what trifling success he had obtained from his manœuvre, and was relapsing into deep meditation, when he heard Joe exclaim, in tones of most intense astonishment: “Ah! by all that’s beautiful!” “What’s the matter, Joe?” “Doctor! Mr. Kennedy! Here’s something curious!” “What is it, then?” “We are not alone, up here! There are rogues about! They’ve stolen our invention!” “Has he gone crazy?” asked Kennedy. Joe stood there, perfectly motionless, the very picture of amazement. “Can the hot sun have really affected the poor fellow’s brain?” said the doctor, turning toward him. “Will you tell me?—” “Look!” said Joe, pointing to a certain quarter of the sky. “By St. James!” exclaimed Kennedy, in turn, “why, who would have believed it? Look, look! doctor!” “I see it!” said the doctor, very quietly. “Another balloon! and other passengers, like ourselves!” And, sure enough, there was another balloon about two hundred paces from them, floating in the air with its car and its aëronauts. It was following exactly the same route as the _Victoria_. “Well,” said the doctor, “nothing remains for us but to make signals; take the flag, Kennedy, and show them our colors.” It seemed that the travellers by the other balloon had just the same idea, at the same moment, for the same kind of flag repeated precisely the same salute with a hand that moved in just the same manner.