The Germ Growers: An Australian story of adventure and mysteryPotter, Robert
Science
The Germ Growers: An Australian story of adventure and mystery
Potter, Robert
Science fiction, Australian
One of the balloons was slowly collapsing, and on examination we found
that it had been slightly grazed by the missile which had passed
through the car. It was clear that we must lower the car to the ground
as quickly as possible, and it was very doubtful if we could raise it
again. A closer examination revealed a far worse loss. The missile in
question had been driven straight through the wall-bag which held our
provisions, and nearly all of them had fallen through the hole which
had been pierced through the floor of the car. It was surely no chance
which had given the missile its precise direction. It was almost
incredible skill and altogether diabolical malignity. We thought that
our enemy had aimed at our bodies and had missed his aim: he knew
better: the purpose of his missile was to cause our miserable death in
the wilderness.
Jack put in action the machinery by which the balloons were filled,
and endeavoured to trim them so as to act together. But it proved
quite impossible to do so. The rent in the injured balloon was
increasing slowly under the pressure of the gas, and it was evident
that it would very soon be quite useless. Jack sang out to me to
connect the batteries and to set the paddles in motion. I did so at
once and I soon perceived why I was told to do so. The injured balloon
was now collapsing so rapidly that we were in great danger of being
upset by the one-sided buoyancy of the car. It was necessary to empty
the other balloon as quickly as possible in order to keep the car in
such a position that we could keep our seats. And the rapid emptying
of the balloons would have dashed us to the ground but for the motion
of the paddles. As it was we were half turned over before we reached
the ground, and we fell with rather a severe crash but without any
serious injury. I managed to gather up a few of the lozenges which
were left on the floor of the car, as they were rolling off the car
when we were fifty or sixty feet from the ground.
Here we were now in a condition almost as bad as when the blacks left
us; quite as bad, indeed, or worse, for although we were now probably
much nearer to help than then, we did not know where to look for it,
and we had no time to spend in finding it. When we were left alone
before, we had plenty of water and the means of procuring food for at
least some weeks. Now the doubt was if we could survive the second day
unless help should reach us before its close.
Besides we were not now as ready to stand hardships as then. We were
then in splendid condition. But the nervous excitement consequent upon
the startling experiences of the few days which had intervened since
then had heavily told on both of us; and anxiety and broken rest had
also had their effect. I was myself much worn, but I saw now, or
thought I saw, that Jack was on the very verge of collapsing. He was
brave enough and ready enough, and very much more hopeful than I was,
but there was a look about his eyes and mouth which alarmed me.
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