“take your bloody aleter, th lorek.”

    “here?”

    “Back to t er and tion Board,  care. If he wins, well send for Lee Scoresby and Ill sail away in his balloon and—”

    “hos Lee Scoresby?”

    “An aeronaut.  us er. Its all in good order.”

    o take it, and s on th.

    “And I suppose I ougo tell you t Mrs. Coulters on o Svalbard, and as soon as ss o lofur Raknison, s of soldiers, and to kill us all, by order of terium.”

    “theyll never reach us,” he said calmly.

    and relaxed t some of y dwindled.

    “You dont know,” sainly.

    “Yes I do.”

    “ anoter, then?”