A farewell look was taken at the mysterious country and its Transient Lake.
Then the air-ship sailed away.
It is a long journey from the Andes to the Atlantic.
It seemed an eternity of jungle, stream, and forest of hideous marsh and barren plain ere the tossing waters of the stormy ocean were seen.
Then a course was shaped northward along the coast.
Stops were made briefly at Santos and Rio Janeiro. Then the South American coast was left behind.
On sailed the air-ship over the West India Islands toward the coast of Florida.
“Begorra, there’s no place loike the United States afther all,” declared Barney, “savin’ mebbe ould Oireland.”
“Huh!” exclaimed Pomp; “yo’ allus hab to place dat lily bit of an island befo’ eberyfing else.”
“Bejabers, an’ phwy shouldn’t I?” asked Barney, sharply; “ain’t it the truth, to be shure?”