"Can you see her?" gasped Harry, after about fifteen minutes of this
heart-breaking work.
"Yes. I think so at least. There seems to be a dark object on the snow
ahead. If only they have not molested her," panted Frank.
"If they have, it's all up," exclaimed Billy Barnes. At the same
moment Harry breathed:
"Hark!"
Borne over the frozen ground they could hear shouts.
"They have discovered our escape!" exclaimed Frank, "it's a race for
life now."
[Illustration: "It's a Race for Life Now."]
His words threw fresh determination into all. Even the professor made
a desperate struggle. A few more paces and there was no doubt that the
dark object ahead was the Golden Eagle. Only one anxiety now remained.
Was she unharmed?
Bang!
It was a shot from the men of the dirigible.
"They are firing after us," exclaimed Billy.
"They can fire all they want to if they come as wide of the mark as
that," said Frank; "they are shooting at random to scare us."
A few seconds later they gained the side of the Golden Eagle and, worn
and harried as they were, they could not forbear setting up a cheer as
they found that the aeroplane was in perfect shape.
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