The wind was less furious now, and the Kite was going more steady.
Barney and Pomp at once understood the change.
The Celt sprang up and cried:
“Whurroo! It’s saved we are if we don’t freeze to death. Shure, the storm is all below us this blessed moment!”
“What do you mean?” cried Harding; “have we really risen above the storm?”
“That we have, sor.”
“But—is it not dangerous at this frightful altitude?”
Harding shivered with horror as he reflected that they might be several miles from the earth.
Indeed it was not a cheerful reflection for one with unsteady nerves.
But Barney laughed.