“Is that so?”—mouth agape.
“Yes, indeed.”
“And you think that’s what ails our selector?”
“I’m afraid it is.”
“Well, what’re we going to do about it?”
“There’s very little we can do—if that’s what’s the matter with our machine. It seems to be all right now; but you must remember we’re on the ground, with other mountains between us and the magnetic peak—breaking its power, as it were. Probably when we’re high in the air again, we’ll encounter the old difficulty.”
“Then we’d better sail as close to the earth as we can, Fitz, till we’re beyond the influence of that strange mountain.”
“That’s a good idea, Bob; I’d already thought of it. And, as the sun’s almost down and we’ll need to see our way when travelling close to the ground, I think we’d better spend the night here, don’t you?”
“Yes. But—but say, Fitz!”
“What?”