"I thank you, sir, more than tongue can tell," he said, quietly, as he restored the pipe to its owner. "If you could only realise what I have suffered through this deprivation! I, an inveterate smoker; yet suddenly deprived of it, and so kept for ten long years! If I had had a pipe and tobacco, I believe--but enough.""I can sympathise with you, at least in part, my friend. Will you have another smoke, by the way?""No, no, not now; I feel blessed for the moment, and more might be worse than none, after so long deprivation. And--may I talk openly to you, dear, kind friends? May I tell you--am I selfish in wishing to trouble you thus? Ten years, remember, and not a soul to speak with!"He laughed, but it was a sorry mirth; and not caring to trust his tongue just then, uncle Phaeton nodded his head emphatically while filling his pipe for himself. But Waldo never lacked for words, and spoke out:
"That's all right, sir; we can listen as long as you can chin-chin. Tell us all about--well, what's the matter with that big Injun?""Quiet, Waldo. Say what best pleases you, my friend. You can be sure of one thing,--sympathetic listeners, if nothing better."With a curious shiver, as though afflicted with a sudden chill, Edgecombe turned partly away, figure drawn rigidly erect, hands tightly clasped behind his back. A brief silence, then he spoke in tones of forced composure.
"A balloon was the best, in my day, and I was proud of my profession, although even then I was dreaming of better things--of something akin to this marvellous creation of yours, sir," casting a fleeting glance at the air-ship, then at the face of its builder, afterward resuming his former attitude.
"Let that pass, though. I wanted to tell you how I met with my awful loss; how I came to be out here in this modern hell!
"I had a wife, a daughter, each of whom felt almost as powerful an interest in aerostatics as I did myself. And one day--but, wait!
"I had an enemy, too; one who had, years before, sought to win my love for his own; in vain, the cur! And that day--we were out here in Washington Territory, living in comparative solitude that I might the better study out the theory I was slowly shaping in my brain.
"The day was beautiful, but almost oppressively warm, and, as they so frequently wished, I let my dear ones up in the balloon, securely fastening it below. And then--God forgive me!--I went back to town for something; I forget just what, now.
"A sudden storm came up. I hurried homeward; home to me was wherever my dear ones chanced to be; but I was just too late!
That devil of all devils was ahead of me, and I saw him--merciful God! I saw him--cut the ropes and let the balloon dart away upon that awful gale!"His voice choked, and for a few minutes silence reigned. Knowing how vain must be any attempt to offer consolation, the trio of air-voyagers said nothing, and presently Cooper Edgecombe spoke.
"I killed the demon. I nearly tore him limb from limb; I would have done just that, only for those who came hurrying after me from town, knowing that I might need help in bringing my balloon to earth in safety. They dragged me away, but 'twas too late to cheat my miserable vengeance. That hound was dead, but--my darlings were gone, for ever!"Another pause, then quieter, more coherent speech.
"God alone knows whither my wife and child were taken. The general drift was in this direction, but how far they were carried, or how long they may have lived, I can only guess;enough that, despite all my inquiries, made far and wide in every direction, I never heard aught of either balloon or passengers!
"After that, I had but one object in life: to follow along the track of that storm, and either find my loved ones, or--or some clew which should for ever solve my awful doubts! And for two long years or more I fought to pierce these horrid fastnesses,--all in vain. No mortal man could succeed, even when urged on by such a motive as mine.
"Then I determined upon another course. I worked and slaved until I could procure another balloon, as nearly like the one Ilost as might be constructed. Then I watched and waited for just such another storm as the one upon whose wings my darlings were borne away, meaning to take the same course, and so find--""Why, man, dear, you must have been insane!" impulsively cried the professor, unable longer to control his tongue.
"Perhaps I was; little wonder if so," admitted Edgecombe, turning that way, with a wan smile lighting up his visage. "I could no longer reason. I could only act. I had but that one grim hope, to eventually discover what time and exposure to the weather might have left of my lost loves.
"Then, after so long waiting, the storm came, blowing in the same direction as that other. I cut my balloon loose, and let it drift. I looked and waited, hoping, longing, yet--failing! I was wrecked, here in this wilderness. My balloon was carried away.
I failed to find--aught!"
Cooper Edgecombe turned towards the air-ship, with a sigh of regret.
"If one had something like this then, I might have found them,--even alive! But now--too late--eternally too late!"
