If ever Prudent¹ and Evans despaired on escaping from the "Albatross" it was during the two days that followed. It may be that Robur considered it more difficult to keep a watch on his prisoners while he was crossing Europe, and he knew that they had made up their minds to get away.  
But any attempt to have done so would have been simply committing suicide. To jump from an express going sixty miles an hour is to risk your life, but to jump from a machine going one hundred and twenty miles an hour would be to seek your death.
 
And it was at this speed, the greatest that could be given to her, that the "Albatross" tore along. Her speed exceeded that of the swallow, which is one hundred and twelve miles an hour.
 
At first the wind was in the northeast, and the "Albatross" had it fair, her general course being a westerly one. But the wind began to drop, and it soon became impossible for the colleagues to remain on the deck without having their breath taken away by the rapidity of the flight. And on one occasion they would have been blown overboard if they had not been dashed up against the deck-house by the pressure of the wind.
 
Luckily the steersman saw them through the windows of his cage, and by the electric bell gave the alarm to the men in the fore-cabin. Four of them came aft, creeping along the deck.
 
Those who have been at sea, beating to windward in half a gale² of wind, will understand what the pressure was like. But here it was the "Albatross" that by her incomparable speed made her own wind.
 
To allow Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans to get back to their cabin the speed had to be reduced. Inside the deck-house the "Albatross" bore with her a perfectly³ breathable atmosphere. To stand such driving the strength of the apparatus⁴ must have been prodigious⁵. The propellers⁶ spun⁷ round so swiftly that they seemed immovable, and it was with irresistible⁸ power that they screwed themselves through the air.
 
The last town that had been noticed was Astrakhan, situated⁹ at the north end of the Caspian Sea. The Star of the Desert—it must have been a poet who so called it—has now sunk from the first rank to the fifth or sixth. A momentary¹⁰ glance was afforded at its old walls, with their useless battlements, the ancient towers in the center of the city, the mosques¹¹ and modern churches, the cathedral with its five domes¹², gilded¹³ and dotted with stars as if it were a piece of the sky, as they rose from the bank of the Volga, which here, as it joins the sea, is over a mile in width.
 
Thenceforward the flight of the "Albatross" became quite a race through the heights of the sky, as if she had been harnessed to one of those fabulous¹⁴ hippogriffs which cleared a league at every sweep of the wing.
 
At ten o'clock in the morning, of the 4th of July the aeronef, heading northwest, followed for a little the valley of the Volga. The steppes of the Don and the Ural stretched away on each side of the river. Even if it had been possible to get a glimpse of these vast territories there would have been no time to count the towns and villages. In the evening the aeronef passed over Moscow without saluting¹⁵ the flag on the Kremlin. In ten hours she had covered the twelve hundred miles which separate Astrakhan from the ancient capital of all the Russias.
 
From Moscow to St. Petersburg the railway line measures about seven hundred and fifty miles. This was but a half-day's journey, and the "Albatross," as punctual as the mail, reached St. Petersburg and the banks of the Neva at two o'clock in the morning.
 
Then came the Gulf¹⁶ of Finland, the Archipelago of Abo, the Baltic, Sweden in the latitude¹⁷ of Stockholm, and Norway in the latitude of Christiania. Ten hours only for these twelve hundred miles! Verily it might be thought that no human power would henceforth be able to check the speed of the "Albatross," and as if the resultant of her force of projection¹⁸ and the attraction of the earth would maintain her in an unvarying trajectory¹⁹ round the globe.
 
But she did stop nevertheless, and that was over the famous fall of the Rjukanfos in Norway. Gousta, whose summit dominates this wonderful region of Tellermarken, stood in the west like a gigantic barrier apparently²⁰ impassable. And when the "Albatross" resumed her journey at full speed her head had been turned to the south.
 
And during this extraordinary flight what was Frycollin doing? He remained silent in a corner of his cabin, sleeping as well as he could, except at meal times.
 
Tapage then favored him with his company and amused himself at his expense. "Eh! eh! my boy!" said he. "So you are not crying any more? Perhaps it hurt you too much? That two hours hanging cured you of it? At our present rate, what a splendid air-bath you might have for your rheumatics!"
 
"It seems to me we shall soon go to pieces!"
 
"Perhaps so; but we shall go so fast we shan't have time to fall! That is some comfort!"
 
"Do you think so?"
 
"I do."
 
To tell the truth, and not to exaggerate like Tapage, it was only reasonable that owing to the excessive speed the work of the suspensory screws should be somewhat lessened²¹. The "Albatross" glided²² on its bed of air like a Congreve rocket.
 
"And shall we last long like that?" asked Frycollin.
 
"Long? Oh, no, only as long as we live!"
 
"Oh!" said the Negro, beginning his lamentations.
 
"Take care, Fry, take care! For, as they say in my country, the master may send you to the seesaw²³!" And Frycollin gulped²⁴ down his sobs²⁵ as he gulped down the meat which, in double doses, he was hastily swallowing.
 
Meanwhile Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans, who were not men to waste time in wrangling²⁶ when nothing could come of it, agreed upon doing something. It was evident that escape was not to be thought of. But if it was impossible for them to again set foot on the terrestrial globe, could they not make known to its inhabitants what had become of them since their disappearance²⁸, and tell them by whom they had been carried off, and provoke—how was not very clear—some audacious attempt on the part of their friends to rescue them from Robur?
 
Communicate? But how? Should they follow the example of sailors in distress²⁹ and enclose in a bottle a document giving the place of shipwreck³⁰ and throw it into the sea? But here the sea was the atmosphere. The bottle would not swim. And if it did not fall on somebody and crack his skull³¹ it might never be found.
 
The colleagues were about to sacrifice one of the bottles on board when an idea occurred to Uncle Prudent. He took snuff, as we know, and we may pardon this fault in an American, who might do worse. And as a snuff-taker he possessed<............