Along its left bank was a chain of mountains extending out of sight.
"And will you tell us where we are ?" asked Uncle Prudent, in a voice tremulous with anger.
"I have nothing to teach you," answered Robur.
"And will you tell us where we are going ?" asked Phil Evans.
"Through space." "And how long will that last ?" "Until it ends." "Are we going round the world ?" asked Phil Evans ironically.
"Further than that," said Robur.
"And if this voyage does not suit us ?" asked Uncle Prudent.
"It will have to suit you." That is a foretaste of the nature of the relations that were to obtain between the master of the "Albatross" and his guests, not to say his prisoners.

Manifestly he wished to give them time to cool down, to admire the marvelous apparatus which was bearing them through the air, and doubtless to compliment the inventor.

And so he went off to the other end of the deck, leaving them to examine the arrangement of the machinery and the management of the ship or to give their whole attention to the landscape which was unrolling beneath them.
"Uncle Prudent," said Evans, "unless I am mistaken we are flying over Central Canada.

That river in the northwest is the St.Lawrence.

That town we are leaving behind is Quebec." It was indeed the old city of Champlain, whose zinc roofs were shining like reflectors in the sun.