_The Barsoom_ was cruising slowly along a line that would cross ours
before we could reach the shore, but I hoped that they would sight us
and investigate.
We flew as rapidly as I dared, for I could take no chances upon
exhausting Nah-ee-lah, knowing that it would be absolutely impossible
for me to support her weight and my own, with our depleted gas bags.
There was no way in which I could signal to _The Barsoom_. We must
simply fly toward her. That was the best that we could do, and
finally, try though we would, I realized that we should be too late
to intercept her and that unless they saw us and changed their
course, we should not come close enough to hail them. To see my
friends passing so near, and yet to be unable to apprise them of my
presence filled me with melancholy. Not one of the many vicissitudes
and dangers through which I had passed since I left Earth depressed
me more than the sight of _The Barsoom_ forging slowly past us
without speaking. I saw her change her course then and move inland
still further from us, and I could not but dwell upon our unhappy
condition, since now we might never again be able to reach the safety
of our island, there being even a question as to whether the gas bags
would support us to the mainland.
They did, however, and there we alighted and rested, while _The
Barsoom_ sailed out of sight toward the mountains.
“I shall not give it up, Nah-ee-lah,” I cried. “I am going to follow
_The Barsoom_ until we find it, or until we die in the attempt. I
doubt if we ever can reach the island again, but we can make short
flights here on land, and by so doing, we may overtake my ship and my
companions.”
After resting for a short time, we arose again, and when we were
above the trees I saw _The Barsoom_ far in the distance, and again it
was circling, this time toward the left, so we altered our course and
flew after it. But presently we realized that it was making a great
circle and hope renewed within our breasts, giving us the strength to
fly on and on, though we were forced to come down often for brief
rests. As we neared the ship we saw that the circles were growing
smaller, but it was not until we were within about three miles of her
that I realized that she was circling the mouth of a great crater,
the walls of which rose several hundred feet above the surrounding
country. We had been forced to land again to rest, when there flashed
upon my mind a sudden realization of the purpose of the maneuvers of
_The Barsoom_—she was investigating the crater, preparatory to an
attempt to pass through it into outer space and seek to return to
Earth again.
As this thought impinged upon my brain, a wave of almost hopeless
horror overwhelmed me as I thought of being definitely left forever
by my companions and that by but a few brief minutes Nah-ee-lah was
to be robbed of life and happiness and peace, for at that instant the
hull of _The Barsoom_ dropped beneath the rim of the crater and
disappeared from our view.
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