The great eyes protruded out of their sockets; the jaws opened widely as though the creature were gasping for breath.
Meanwhile Murgatroyd was seeing something very similar at the after end, and wondering what was going to happen to his propellers, the blades of which were deeply imbedded in the jelly-like flesh of the monsters.
The _Astronef_ leaped higher and higher, and the hideous bodies which were clinging to her swelled out huger and huger.

Redgrave even fancied that he heard something like the cries of pain from both heads on either side of the conning-tower.

They passed through the inner cloud-veil, and then the _Astronef_ began to turn on her axis, and, just as the outer envelope came into view the enormously distended bulk of the monsters collapsed, and their fragments, seeming now like the tatters of a burst balloon than portions of a once living creature, dropped from the body of the _Astronef_, and floated away down into what had been their native element.
"Difference of environment means a lot, after all," said Redgrave to himself.

"I should have called that either a lie or a miracle if I hadn't seen it, and I'm jolly glad I sent Zaidie down below." "Here's your coffee, Lenox," said her voice from the upper deck the next moment, "only it doesn't seem to want to stop in the cups, and the cups keep getting off the saucers.

I suppose we're turning upside down again." Redgrave stepped somewhat gingerly on to the deck, for his body had so little weight under the double attraction of Saturn and the Rings that a very slight effort would have sent him flying up to the roof of the deck-chamber.
"That's exactly as you please," he said, "just hold that table steady a minute.