"No."

"What! Not a flagstaff, nor a church tower, nor a chimney?"

"Nothing but space."

As he uttered the words the door opened. A man appeared on the
threshold. It was Robur.

"Honorable balloonists" he said, in a serious voice, "you are now
free to go and come as you like."

"Free!" exclaimed Uncle Prudent.

"Yes--within the limits of the "Albatross!" "

Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans rushed out of their prison. And what did
they see?

Four thousand feet below them the face of a country they sought in
vain to recognize.





Chapter VII

ON BOARD THE ALBATROSS