The Talabas checked their horses, and soon a volley of musketry pealed out on the air. “Too far, you fools!” bawled Joe. “I think it would be well to keep those scamps at a distance.” And, as he spoke, he aimed at one of the horsemen who was farthest to the front, and fired. The Talaba fell headlong, and, his companions halting for a moment, the balloon gained upon them. “They are prudent!” said Kennedy. “Because they think that they are certain to take us,” replied the doctor; “and, they will succeed if we descend much farther. We must, absolutely, get higher into the air.” “What can we throw out?” asked Joe. “All that remains of our stock of pemmican; that will be thirty pounds less weight to carry.” “Out it goes, sir!” said Joe, obeying orders. The car, which was now almost touching the ground, rose again, amid the cries of the Talabas; but, half an hour later, the balloon was again falling rapidly, because the gas was escaping through the pores of the covering. Ere long the car was once more grazing the soil, and Al-Hadji’s black riders rushed toward it; but, as frequently happens in like cases, the balloon had scarcely touched the surface ere it rebounded, and only came down again a mile away. “So we shall not escape!” said Kennedy, between his teeth. “Throw out our reserved store of brandy, Joe,” cried the doctor; “our instruments, and every thing that has any weight, even to our last anchor, because go they must!” Joe flung out the barometers and thermometers, but all that amounted to little; and the balloon, which had risen for an instant, fell again toward the ground. The Talabas flew toward it, and at length were not more than two hundred paces away. “Throw out the two fowling-pieces!” shouted Ferguson. “Not without discharging them, at least,” responded the sportsman; and four shots in quick succession struck the thick of the advancing group of horsemen. Four Talabas fell, amid the frantic howls and imprecations of their comrades. The _Victoria_ ascended once more, and made some enormous leaps, like a huge gum-elastic ball, bounding and rebounding through the air. A strange sight it was to see these unfortunate men endeavoring to escape by those huge aërial strides, and seeming, like the giant Antaeus, to receive fresh strength every time they touched the earth. But this situation had to terminate. It was now nearly noon; the _Victoria_ was getting empty and exhausted, and assuming a more and more elongated form every instant. Its outer covering was becoming flaccid, and floated loosely in the air, and the folds of the silk rustled and grated on each other. “Heaven abandons us!” said Kennedy; “we have to fall!” Joe made no answer. He kept looking intently at his master. “No!” said the latter; “we have more than one hundred and fifty pounds yet to throw out.” “What can it be, then?” said Kennedy, thinking that the doctor must be going mad.