It was a positive fact that I was only separated from her by a distance of forty leagues. But these forty leagues were of hard, impenetrable granite!
All these dreary and miserable reflections passed through my mind before I attempted to answer my uncle’s question.
“Why, what is the matter?” he cried. “Can you not say whether you have slept well or not?”
“I have slept very well,” was my reply, “but every bone in my body aches. I suppose that will lead to nothing.”
“Nothing at all, my boy. It is only the result of the fatigue of the last few days—that is all.”
“You appear—if I may be allowed to say so—to be very jolly this morning,” I said.
“Delighted, my dear boy, delighted. Was never happier in my life. We have at last reached the wished-for port.”
“The end of our expedition?” cried I, in a tone of considerable surprise.
“No; but to the confines of that sea which I began to fear would never end but go around the whole world. We will now tranquilly resume our journey by land, and once again endeavor to dive into the center of the earth.”
“My dear uncle,” I began, in a hesitating kind of way, “allow me to ask you one question.”
“Certainly, Harry; a dozen if you think proper.”
“One will suffice. How about getting back?” I asked.
“How about getting back? What a question to ask. We have not as yet reached the end of our journey.”
“I know that. All I want to know is how you propose we shall manage the return voyage?”
“In the most simple manner in the world,” said the imperturbable Professor. “Once we reach the exact center of this sphere, either we shall find a new road by which to ascend to the surface, or we shall simply turn around and go back by the way we came. I have every reason to believe that while we are traveling forward, it will not close behind us.”
“Then one of the first matters to see to will be to repair the raft,” was my rather melancholy response.
“Of course. We must attend to that above all things,” continued the Professor.
“Then comes the all-important question of provisions,” I urged. “Have we anything like enough left to enable us to accomplish such great, such amazing, designs as you contemplate carrying out?”
“I have seen into the matter, and my answer is in the affirmative. Hans is a very clever fellow, and I have reason to believe that he has saved the greater part of the cargo. But the best way to satisfy your scruples is to come and judge for yourself.”
Saying which, he led the way out of the kind of open grotto in which we had taken shelter. I had almost begun to hope that which I should rather have feared, and this was the impossibility of such a shipwreck leaving even the slightest signs of what it had carried as freight. I was, however, thoroughly mistaken.
As soon as I reached the shores of this inland sea, I found Hans standing gravely in the midst of a large number of things laid out in complete order. My uncle wrung his hands with deep and silent gratitude. His heart was too full for speech.
This man, whose superhuman devotion to his employers I not only never saw surpassed, nor even equaled, had been hard at work all the time we slept, and at the risk of his life had succeeded in saving the most precious articles of our cargo.
Of course, under the circumstances, we necessarily experienced several severe losses. Our weapons had wholly vanished. But experience had taught us to do without them. The provision of powder had, however, remained intact, after having narrowly escaped blowing us all to atoms in the storm.
“Well,” said the Professor, who was now ready to make the best of everything, “as we have no guns, all we have to do is to give up all idea of hunting.”
“Yes, my dear sir, we can do without them, but what about all our instruments?”
“Here is the manometer, the most useful of all, and which I gladly accept in lieu of the rest. With it alone I can calculate the depth as we proceed; by its means alone I shall be able to decide when we have reached the center of the earth. Ha, ha! but for this little instrument we might make a mistake, and run the risk of coming out at the antipodes!”