"Right here."
"Talk sense," I pleaded, trying to get up, and rubbing the bump in my head.
"Really, I hardly know," he said, soberly. "It's rather queer. We're afloat on a smooth, warm sea! The sky is red!"
I stared at him stupidly.
"It's a good thing we had the rockets! If we hadn't used them, we'd have hit this water like a concrete pavement!"
"Queer, you say! My eye! We're both crazy! It can't be!"
"You might get up and see for yourself."
"You say we've fallen through the Pacific and into another sea?"
"I only know what I can see."
"We did seem to come out of the water into a red mist."