"I see that you are quite as downcast as before-and still give way to discouragement and despair."What,then,was the man made of,and what other projects were entering his fertile and audacious brain!
"You are not discouraged,sir?"
"What!Give up just as we are on the verge of success?"he cried.
"Never,never shall it be said that Professor Hardwigg retreated.""Then we must make up our minds to perish,"I cried with a helpless sigh.
"No,Harry,my boy,certainly not.Go,leave me,I am very far from desiring your death.Take Hans with you.I will go on alone.""You ask us to leave you?"
"Leave me,I say.I have undertaken this dangerous and perilous adventure.I will carry it to the end-or I will never return to the surface of Mother Earth.Go,Harry-once more I say to you-go!"My uncle as he spoke was terribly excited.His voice,which before had been tender,almost womanly,became harsh and menacing.He appeared to be struggling with desperate energy against the impossible.I did not wish to abandon him at the bottom of that abyss,while,on the other hand,the instinct of preservation told me to fly.
Meanwhile,our guide was looking on with profound calmness and indifference.He appeared to be an unconcerned party,and yet he perfectly well knew what was going on between us.Our gestures sufficiently indicated the different roads each wished to follow-and which each tried to influence the other to undertake.But Hans appeared not to take the slightest interest in what was really a question of life and death for us all,but waited quite ready to obey the signal which should say go aloft,or to resume his desperate journey into the interior of the earth.
How then I wished with all my heart and soul that I could make him understand my words.My representations,my sighs and groans,the earnest accents in which I should have spoken would have convinced that cold,hard nature.Those fearful dangers and perils of which the stolid guide had no idea,I would have pointed them out to him-I would have,as it were,made him see and feel.Between us,we might have convinced the obstinate Professor.If the worst had come to the worst,we could have compelled him to return to the summit of Sneffels.
I quietly approached Hans.I caught his hand in mine.He never moved a muscle.I indicated to him the road to the top of the crater.He remained motionless.My panting form,my haggard countenance,must have indicated the extent of my sufferings.The Icelander gently shook his head and pointed to my uncle.
"Master,"he said.
The word is Icelandic as well as English.
"The master!"I cried,beside myself with fury-"madman!no-Itell you he is not the master of our lives;we must fly!we must drag him with us!do you hear me?Do you understand me,I say?"I have already explained that I held Hans by the arm.I tried to make him rise from his seat.I struggled with him and tried to force him away.My uncle now interposed.
"My good Henry,be calm,"he said."You will obtain nothing from my devoted follower;therefore,listen to what I have to say."I folded my arms,as well as I could,and looked my uncle full in the face.
"This wretched want of water,"he said,"is the sole obstacle to the success of my project.In the entire gallery,made of lava,schist,and coal,it is true we found not one liquid molecule.It is quite possible that we may be more fortunate in the western tunnel."My sole reply was to shake my head with an air of deep incredulity.
"Listen to me to the end,"said the Professor in his well-known lecturing voice."While you lay yonder without life or motion,Iundertook a reconnoitering journey into the conformation of this other gallery.I have discovered that it goes directly downwards into the bowels of the earth,and in a few hours will take us to the old granitic formation.In this we shall undoubtedly find innumerable springs.The nature of the rock makes this a mathematical certainty,and instinct agrees with logic to say that it is so.Now,this is the serious proposition which I have to make to you.When Christopher Columbus asked of his men three days to discover the land of promise,his men ill,terrified,and hopeless,yet gave him three days-and the New World was discovered.Now I,the Christopher Columbus of this subterranean region,only ask of you one more day.
If,when that time is expired,I have not found the water of which we are in search,I swear to you,I will give up my mighty enterprise and return to the earth's surface."Despite my irritation and despair,I knew how much it cost my uncle to make this proposition,and to hold such conciliatory language.Under the circumstances,what could I do but yield?
"Well,"I cried,"let it be as you wish,and may heaven reward your superhuman energy.But as,unless we discover water,our hours are numbered,let us lose no time,but go ahead."、
