We have passed beyond it.

We are over the Sahara.
Just now we can take no observations--the sunset is dying rapidly and in a few minutes it will be quite dark." As he spoke he brought the ship to a standstill--it remained absolutely motionless except for the slight swaying as though touched by wave-like ripples of air.

Morgana went to the window aperture of her silken-lined "drawing-room" and looked out.

All round the great air-ship were the illimitable spaces of the sky, now of a dense dark violet hue with here and there a streak of dull red remaining of the glow of the vanished sun,--below there was only blackness.

For the first time a nervous thrill ran through her frame at the look of this dark chaos--and she turned quickly back to the table where Rivardi and Gaspard awaited her before sitting down to their meal.