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The act was that of madmen, it was horrible; but at such a pitch had they arrived after five weeks of anger that could not vent itself, of rage that could not be gratified. "And Frycollin?" asked Phil Evans, "have we the right to dispose of his life?" "We shall sacrifice ours as well!" said Uncle Prudent. But it is doubtful if Frycollin would have thought the reason sufficient.
Meanwhile Uncle Prudent and his colleague, after walking about the deck, had sat down aft. Frycollin was strangely reassured. What a difference! To be suspended only one hundred and fifty feet from the ground!
And as Frycollin saw he might be used to prolong two existences more precious than his own, he contented himself thenceforth with groaning in quiet. The time went on and all attempts to force the door or get through the wall proved fruitless. What the wall was made of was impossible to say. It was not metal; it was not wood; it was not stone, And all the cell seemed to be made of the same stuff.
In the north, whence the storm was traveling, were spirals of half-luminous vapor due to the difference in the electric charges of the various beds of cloud. The reflections of these bands came running along the waves in myriads of lights, growing in intensity as the sky darkened. The "Albatross" and the storm were sure to meet, for they were exactly in front of each other. And Frycollin? Well!
An hour's work sufficed to fill up the larders of the aeronef, and she resumed her course to the north. During the fishing Frycollin had continued shouting and kicking at his cabin wall, and making a tremendous noise. "That wretched nigger will not be quiet, then?" said Robur, almost out of patience. "It seems to me, sir, he has a right to complain," said Phil Evans.
Frycollin is dreaming." "Between the moment we were seized a few steps out into the clearing and the moment we were thrown in here only two minutes elapsed. It is thus evident that those people did not take us out of Fairmount Park." "And if they had done so we should have felt we were being moved."
And here was work for Frycollin in plucking dozen after dozen of such interesting feathered friends. That day, as the sun was setting about three o'clock in the afternoon, there appeared in sight a large lake framed in a border of superb forest. The lake was completely frozen over, and a few natives with long snowshoes on their feet were swiftly gliding over it.
It had even been agreed that in the morning they would be back at the club, one as president, the other as secretary, to take their places during a discussion on the events of the preceding evening. And not only was there the complete disappearance of these two considerable personages in the state of Pennsylvania, but there was no news of the valet Frycollin.
At the bottom of the abyss he had seen the immense ocean. His hair would have risen on end if it had not been wool. "The sea! The sea!" he cried. And Frycollin would have fallen on the deck had not the cook opened his arms to receive him. This cook was a Frenchman, and probably a Gascon, his name being Francois Tapage.
This enormous power, distributed amongst all the workshops within a radius of three hundred miles, would return an annual income of three hundred million dollars, of which the greater part would find its way into the pocket of Uncle Prudent. He was a bachelor, he lived quietly, and for his only servant had his valet Frycollin, who was hardly worthy of being the servant to so audacious a master.
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