In a very few minutes two boats were launched and were soon speeding towards the floating projectile as fast as strong arms could pull them.
When the first boat reached the great hollow iron cannon-shot they saw that one of its windows, which was some distance above the water, was open.
Two of the boat’s crew stood up and looked in.
Our three moon-travelers were quietly sitting inside playing dominoes!
TWO OF THE CREW LOOK IN.
The great depth of the ocean had broken their fall, and they were all safe and uninjured. They knew some one would come for them, and they were making themselves as comfortable as they could.
Of course they were speedily taken out of their iron house, in which they had lived for nearly a month, and in which they had met with such strange adventures and such narrow escapes.
Then with our three friends on board, the steamer started back for San Francisco, where our adventurers were received with the wildest enthusiasm, which indeed attended them during all their journey to their homes in the Atlantic States.
And so ended this trip to the moon.