“Yez need have no fears at all, at all, sor!” he cried. “Shure we’ll get back to the earth all safe!”
The Kite was now steady as a clock.
A strong gale was blowing, and snow was flying about the deck.
But it was evident that she was far above the storm and that the danger would very soon be past.
Barney pulled out some thick overcoats, which all donned.
Indeed the cold was very painful.
Looking out through the pilot-house window Barney was able to see that the damage to the Kite was not of any great consequence.
The steel bracing irons of the rotascope shaft were bent, the blade of one rotascope was twisted, and the deck had been cleared of everything portable upon it.
Fortunately, this was only in the shape of a few chains of no great value.
Certainly there was good reason for warm congratulations.