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Updated: June 11, 2025
"We sent a man for a vehicle, and a few necessaries, before we set off ourselves." "Where have we fallen?" Ralph asked. "We were astonished to find ourselves over the sea, for the wind was north when we started." "You have fallen upon Belle Isle," the gentleman said, "so the wind must have changed materially, since you started." Monsieur Teclier now came up.
"It is the sea, and we are going west." "Then we are over the Atlantic," Monsieur Teclier said. The gas was roaring from the valve above, and the balloon sank rapidly into the stratum of clouds. For a minute, all was silent; and then a cry broke from them all. They were a considerable distance from the coast, and were driving along with great rapidity.
"I wonder whether they see us?" Ralph said. "We shall soon know," Monsieur Teclier said. "We have crossed the river, and over the walls already. In another five minutes, we shall be over their lines." There were good telescopes in the car, and the boys directed them upon the immense panorama below them. "What fort is that, immediately beneath us?" Ralph asked. "That is Vanves.
After traveling all night, the Barclays arrived at Tours at ten o'clock, on the morning of the day after that upon which they had left Belle Isle. At the station they said adieu to Monsieur Teclier; who went at once to Gambetta, with the dispatches; while the Barclays turned away to Colonel Tempe's lodgings and, to their great surprise as well as delight, found him in.
Presently a servant came in and, walking up to Monsieur Teclier, said that two swords had been picked up; had they fallen from the balloon? "Yes," Monsieur Teclier said, "they belong to those gentlemen." The servant came up to Ralph, and told him that the swords had been picked up. Ralph at once drew out a five-franc piece, and asked the servant to give it to the man who had found them.
In five minutes, therefore, they would be beyond the land again; and they had to fall a mile, in that time. "Cut the balloon to pieces," Monsieur Teclier said. "Tear it up. We must risk everything." The boys seized the silk, tore, and hacked at it; as did the aeronaut. In two minutes, a vast quantity of gas had escaped from the rents, and the silk was doubled up near the top of the net. The Sea!
The village you see there is Chatillon. Look out now, we may expect visitors, in a minute." He had hardly spoken before they heard a faint sound, followed by others similar. "That is musketry," Monsieur Teclier said. "Listen." They did listen, and heard a peculiar whistling sound; which seemed below, around, and about them. "That is a whistle of bullets; there is no mistaking them," Ralph said.
He had even said a word to Monsieur Teclier, begging him to say the Messieurs Barclay, instead of Captains Barclay unless, of course, he were actually questioned upon the matter.
"Is it possible that you are those officers, gentlemen?" "It is so, monsieur," Ralph said. "We had the good fortune to distinguish ourselves but, as we did not wish to make ourselves conspicuous by new uniforms, and new ribbons, we have put aside our uniforms until required for service; and asked Monsieur Teclier to be silent upon the subject.
Drop the grapnel, now; in another minute, we shall be within holding distance." As the balloon neared the ground, the oscillation became less violent, and the pace diminished. "The grapnel is on the ground," Percy said, looking over. "Hold tight, hold tight," Monsieur Teclier said, warningly. "We shall catch fast on to those trees."
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