Two more hours passed and the balloon was scarcely 400 feet above the water.

At that moment a loud voice, the voice of a man whose heart was inaccessible to fear, was heard.  To this voice responded others not less determined.  “Is everything thrown out?” “No, here are still 2,000 dollars in gold.”  A heavy bag immediately plunged into the sea.  “Does the balloon rise?” “A little, but it will not be long before it falls again.”  “What still remains to be thrown out?” “Nothing.”  “Yes! the car!” “Let us catch hold of the net, and into the sea with the car.”

This was, in fact, the last and only mode of lightening the balloon.  The ropes which held the car were cut, and the balloon, after its fall, mounted 2,000 feet.  The five voyagers had hoisted themselves into the net, and clung to the meshes, gazing at the abyss.

The delicate sensibility of balloons is well known.  It is sufficient to throw out the lightest article to produce a difference in its vertical position.  The apparatus in the air is like a balance of mathematical precision.  It can be thus easily understood that when it is lightened of any considerable weight its movement will be impetuous and sudden.  So it happened on this occasion.  But after being suspended for an instant aloft, the balloon began to redescend, the gas escaping by the rent which it was impossible to repair.

The men had done all that men could do.  No human efforts could save them now.

They must trust to the mercy of Him who rules the elements.

At four o’clock the balloon was only 500 feet above the surface of the water.

A loud barking was heard.  A dog accompanied the voyagers, and was held pressed close to his master in the meshes of the net.

“Top has seen something,” cried one of the men.  Then immediately a loud voice shouted,—­

“Land! land!” The balloon, which the wind still drove towards the southwest, had since daybreak gone a considerable distance, which might be reckoned by hundreds of miles, and a tolerably high land had, in fact, appeared in that direction.  But this land was still thirty miles off.  It would not take less than an hour to get to it, and then there was the chance of falling to leeward.

An hour!  Might not the balloon before that be emptied of all the fluid it yet retained?

Such was the terrible question!  The voyagers could distinctly see that solid spot which they must reach at any cost.  They were ignorant of what it was, whether an island or a continent, for they did not know to what part of the world the hurricane had driven them.  But they must reach this land, whether inhabited or desolate, whether hospitable or not.