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Uncle Prudent also remarked that Robur had been taking stock of the provisions and stores, and everything seemed to show that he was contemplating turning back. "Turning back!" said Phil Evans. "But where to?" "Where he can reprovision the ship," said Uncle Prudent. "That ought to be in some lonely island in the Pacific with a colony of scoundrels worthy of their chief." "That is what I think.
"What does the barometer say?" asked Robur, after looking up at the sky. "It is almost stationary, and the clouds seem gathering below us." "So they are, and it may be raining down at the sea; but if we keep above the rain it makes no difference to us. It will not interfere with the work." "If it is raining it is not a heavy rain," said Tom.
What was this intractable Robur going to do? Had not the time arrived for them to end the voyage by blowing up the ship? It was noticed that during the 24th of July the engineer had frequent consultations with his mate.
With regard to my own fate, should I resolve to question Robur? Would he consent even to appear to hear me? Was he not content with having hurled at me his name? Would not that name seem to him to answer everything? That day wore away without bringing the least change to the situation. Robur and his men continued actively at work upon the machine, which apparently needed considerable repair.
The "Albatross" left X Island in the first week of April. During this aerial passage Robur did not want to be seen from the earth, and he came along almost always above the clouds. When he arrived over North America he descended in a desolate spot in the Far West.
Ornithopters, machines which endeavour to reproduce the natural flight of birds. Aeroplanes, which are merely inclined planes like kites, but towed or driven by screws. Each of these systems has had and still has it partisans obstinately resolved to give way in not the slightest particular. However, Robur, for many reasons, had rejected the two first.
Who was then this bold mechanician that possessed such powers of locomotion, for whom States had no frontiers and oceans no limits, who disposed of the terrestrial atmosphere as if it were his domain? Could it be this Robur whose theories had been so brutally thrown in the face of the Weldon Institute the day he led the attack against the utopia of guidable balloons?
Such I was, for I do not now make any account of myself, now that I am engaged in the avenues of old age, being already past forty: "Minutatim vires et robur adultum Frangit, et in partem pejorem liquitur aetas:" what shall be from this time forward, will be but a half-being, and no more me: I every day escape and steal away from myself: "Singula de nobis anni praedantur euntes."
None of those who accompanied him had survived. The secret of the "Albatross" was buried in the depths of the Pacific! That Robur had a retreat, an island in the middle of that vast ocean, where he could put into port, was only a hypothesis; and the colleagues reserved to themselves the right of making inquiries on the subject later on.
I concluded that they meant to start forth again very shortly, and to take me with them. It would, however, have been quite possible to leave me at the bottom of the Eyrie. There would have been no way by which I could have escaped, and there were provisions at hand sufficient to keep me alive for many days. What I studied particularly during this period was the mental state of Robur.
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