The air-ship hung silently over it. Birds shot across its surface, and small fish played in its limpid depths.
Above, the sky was calm and serene. A fierce tropical heat beat down upon all.
Captain Nicodemus turned to Frank.
“Well, skipper,” he said. “What do you think of it?”
Frank drew a deep breath.
“It is a wonderful freak of mighty nature,” he said. “I am satisfied. Let us go home!”
“Home!”
It was a magic word just now. The aerial voyagers had accomplished their project, and had explored the Transient Lake.
They had yet a mighty distance to travel, and after all there is no place like home.
So Frank turned the course of the air-ship eastward.