These obstacles, which threatened such imminent peril, seemed to approach with extreme rapidity, or, to speak more accurately, the wind, which was very fresh, was hurrying the balloon toward the sharp peaks. So rise it must, or be dashed to pieces. “Let us empty our tank of water,” said the doctor, “and keep only enough for one day.” “There it goes,” shouted Joe. “Does the balloon rise at all?” asked Kennedy. “A little—some fifty feet,” replied the doctor, who kept his eyes fixed on the barometer. “But that is not enough.” In truth the lofty peaks were starting up so swiftly before the travellers that they seemed to be rushing down upon them. The balloon was far from rising above them. She lacked an elevation of more than five hundred feet more. The stock of water for the cylinder was also thrown overboard and only a few pints were retained, but still all this was not enough. “We must pass them though!” urged the doctor. “Let us throw out the tanks—we have emptied them.” said Kennedy. “Over with them!” “There they go!” panted Joe. “But it’s hard to see ourselves dropping off this way by piecemeal.” “Now, for your part, Joe, make no attempt to sacrifice yourself as you did the other day! Whatever happens, swear to me that you will not leave us!” “Have no fears, my master, we shall not be separated.” The _Victoria_ had ascended some hundred and twenty feet, but the crest of the mountain still towered above it. It was an almost perpendicular ridge that ended in a regular wall rising abruptly in a straight line. It still rose more than two hundred feet over the aëronauts. “In ten minutes,” said the doctor to himself, “our car will be dashed against those rocks unless we succeed in passing them!” “Well, doctor?” queried Joe. “Keep nothing but our pemmican, and throw out all the heavy meat.” Thereupon the balloon was again lightened by some fifty pounds, and it rose very perceptibly, but that was of little consequence, unless it got above the line of the mountain-tops. The situation was terrifying. The _Victoria_ was rushing on with great rapidity. They could feel that she would be dashed to pieces—that the shock would be fearful. The doctor glanced around him in the car. It was nearly empty. “If needs be, Dick, hold yourself in readiness to throw over your fire-arms!” “Sacrifice my fire-arms?” repeated the sportsman, with intense feeling. “My friend, I ask it; it will be absolutely necessary!” “Samuel! Doctor!” “Your guns, and your stock of powder and ball might cost us our lives.” “We are close to it!” cried Joe. Sixty feet! The mountain still overtopped the balloon by sixty feet. Joe took the blankets and other coverings and tossed them out; then, without a word to Kennedy, he threw over several bags of bullets and lead.