“What the deuce do you mean by it, Smallways?” said Kurt, “jumping out of that locker when I was certain you had gone overboard with the rest of them? Where have you been?”
“What's up?” asked Bert.
“This end of the airship is up. Most other things are down.”
“Was there a battle?”
“There was.”
“Who won?”
“I haven't seen the papers, Smallways. We left before the finish. We got disabled and unmanageable, and our colleagues—consorts I mean—were too busy most of them to trouble about us, and the wind blew us—Heaven knows where the wind IS blowing us. It blew us right out of action at the rate of eighty miles an hour or so. Gott! what a wind that was! What a fight! And here we are!”
“Where?”
“In the air, Smallways—in the air! When we get down on the earth again we shan't know what to do with our legs.”
“But what's below us?”