“They haven’t a very obliging look!” assented Kennedy; “and they are rough, stalwart fellows.” “Happily those brutes can’t fly,” remarked Joe; “and that’s something.” “See,” said Ferguson, “those villages in ruins, those huts burned down—that is their work! Where vast stretches of cultivated land were once seen, they have brought barrenness and devastation.” “At all events, however,” interposed Kennedy, “they can’t overtake us; and, if we succeed in putting the river between us and them, we are safe.” “Perfectly, Dick,” replied Ferguson; “but we must not fall to the ground!” and, as he said this, he glanced at the barometer. “In any case, Joe,” added Kennedy, “it would do us no harm to look to our fire-arms.” “No harm in the world, Mr. Dick! We are lucky that we didn’t scatter them along the road.” “My rifle!” said the sportsman. “I hope that I shall never be separated from it!” And so saying, Kennedy loaded the pet piece with the greatest care, for he had plenty of powder and ball remaining. “At what height are we?” he asked the doctor. “About seven hundred and fifty feet; but we no longer have the power of seeking favorable currents, either going up or coming down. We are at the mercy of the balloon!” “That is vexatious!” rejoined Kennedy. “The wind is poor; but if we had come across a hurricane like some of those we met before, these vile brigands would have been out of sight long ago.” “The rascals follow us at their leisure,” said Joe. “They’re only at a short gallop. Quite a nice little ride!” “If we were within range,” sighed the sportsman, “I should amuse myself with dismounting a few of them.” “Exactly,” said the doctor; “but then they would have you within range also, and our balloon would offer only too plain a target to the bullets from their long guns; and, if they were to make a hole in it, I leave you to judge what our situation would be!” The pursuit of the Talabas continued all morning; and by eleven o’clock the aëronauts had made scarcely fifteen miles to the westward. The doctor was anxiously watching for the least cloud on the horizon. He feared, above all things, a change in the atmosphere. Should he be thrown back toward the Niger, what would become of him? Besides, he remarked that the balloon tended to fall considerably. Since the start, he had already lost more than three hundred feet, and the Senegal must be about a dozen miles distant. At his present rate of speed, he could count upon travelling only three hours longer. At this moment his attention was attracted by fresh cries. The Talabas appeared to be much excited, and were spurring their horses. The doctor consulted his barometer, and at once discovered the cause of these symptoms. “Are we descending?” asked Kennedy. “Yes!” replied the doctor. “The mischief!” thought Joe In the lapse of fifteen minutes the _Victoria_ was only one hundred and fifty feet above the ground; but the wind was much stronger than before.