When I had absorbed a chestful of this clean air, I looked for the conduit—the “air carrier,” if you prefer—that allowed this beneficial influx to reach us, and I soon found it. Above the door opened an air vent that let in a fresh current of oxygen, renewing the thin air in our cell. I had gotten to this point in my observations when Ned and Conseil woke up almost simultaneously, under the influence of this reviving air purification. They rubbed their eyes, stretched their arms, and sprang to their feet. “Did master sleep well?” Conseil asked me with his perennial good manners. “Extremely well, my gallant lad,” I replied. “And how about you, Mr. Ned Land?” “Like a log, professor. But I must be imagining things, because it seems like I’m breathing a sea breeze!” A seaman couldn’t be wrong on this topic, and I told the Canadian what had gone on while he slept. “Good!” he said. “That explains perfectly all that bellowing we heard, when our so-called narwhale lay in sight of the Abraham Lincoln.” “Perfectly, Mr. Land. It was catching its breath!” “Only I’ve no idea what time it is, Professor Aronnax, unless maybe it’s dinnertime?” “Dinnertime, my fine harpooner? I’d say at least breakfast time, because we’ve certainly woken up to a new day.” “Which indicates,” Conseil replied, “that we’ve spent twenty-four hours in slumber.” “That’s my assessment,” I replied. “I won’t argue with you,” Ned Land answered. “But dinner or breakfast, that steward will be plenty welcome whether he brings the one or the other.” “The one and the other,” Conseil said. “Well put,” the Canadian replied. “We deserve two meals, and speaking for myself, I’ll do justice to them both.” “All right, Ned, let’s wait and see!” I replied. “It’s clear that these strangers don’t intend to let us die of hunger, otherwise last evening’s dinner wouldn’t make any sense.” “Unless they’re fattening us up!” Ned shot back. “I object,” I replied. “We have not fallen into the hands of cannibals.” “Just because they don’t make a habit of it,” the Canadian replied in all seriousness, “doesn’t mean they don’t indulge from time to time. Who knows? Maybe these people have gone without fresh meat for a long while, and in that case three healthy, well-built specimens like the professor, his manservant, and me——” “Get rid of those ideas, Mr. Land,” I answered the harpooner. “And above all, don’t let them lead you to flare up against our hosts, which would only make our situation worse.” “Anyhow,” the harpooner said, “I’m as hungry as all Hades, and dinner or breakfast, not one puny meal has arrived!” “Mr. Land,” I answered, “we have to adapt to the schedule on board, and I imagine our stomachs are running ahead of the chief cook’s dinner bell.” “Well then, we’ll adjust our stomachs to the chef’s timetable!” Conseil replied serenely.