The “Terror” took the left branch of the river in passing Navy Island.
At this point, she was within easy reach of the shore, yet she shot
ahead. Five minutes later, we could see the first trees of Goat Island.
The current became more and more irresistible. If the “Terror” did not
stop, the destroyers could not much longer follow her. If it pleased
our accursed captain to plunge us into the vortex of the falls, surely
they did not mean to follow into the abyss!
Indeed, at this moment they signaled each other, and stopped the
pursuit. They were scarce more than six hundred feet from the cataract.
Then their thunders burst on the air and several cannon shot swept over
the “Terror” without hitting its low-lying deck.
The sun had set, and through the twilight the moon’s rays shone upon us
from the south. The speed of our craft, doubled by the speed of the
current, was prodigious! In another moment, we should plunge into that
black hollow which forms the very center of the Canadian Falls.
With an eye of horror, I saw the shores of Goat Island flashed by, then
came the Isles of the Three Sisters, drowned in the spray from the
abyss.
I sprang up; I started to throw myself into the water, in the desperate
hope of gaining this last refuge. One of the men seized me from behind.
Suddenly a sharp noise was heard from the mechanism which throbbed
within our craft. The long gangways folded back on the sides of the
machine, spread out like wings, and at the moment when the “Terror”
reached the very edge of the falls, she arose into space, escaping from
the thundering cataract in the center of a lunar rainbow.
XV.
THE EAGLE’S NEST
On the morrow, when I awoke after a sound sleep, our vehicle seemed
motionless. It seemed to me evident that we were not running upon land.
Yet neither were we rushing through or beneath the waters; nor yet
soaring across the sky. Had the inventor regained that mysterious
hiding-place of his, where no human being had ever set foot before him?
And now, since he had not disembarrassed himself of my presence, was
his secret about to be revealed to me?
It seemed astonishing that I had slept so profoundly during most of our
voyage through the air. It puzzled me and I asked if this sleep had not
been caused by some drug, mixed with my last meal, the captain of the
“Terror” having wished thus to prevent me from knowing the place where
we landed. All that I can recall of the previous night is the terrible
impression made upon me by that moment when the machine, instead of
being caught in the vortex of the cataract rose under the impulse of
its machinery like a bird with its huge wings beating with tremendous
power!
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