which I too was infected. The fire of zeal kindled afresh in me. I forgot everything. I dismissed from my mind the past perils of the journey, the future danger of our return. That which another had done I supposed we might also do, and nothing that was not superhuman appeared impossible to me.
“Forward! forward!” I cried.
I was already darting down the gloomy tunnel when the Professor stopped me; he, the man of impulse, counselled patience and coolness.
“Let us first return to Hans,” he said, “and bring the raft to this spot.”
I obeyed, not without dissatisfaction, and passed out rapidly among the rocks on the shore.
I said: “Uncle, do you know it seems to me that circumstances have wonderfully befriended us hitherto?”
“You think so, Axel?”
“No doubt; even the tempest has put us on the right way. Blessings on that storm! It has brought us back to this coast from which fine weather would have carried us far away. Suppose we had touched with our prow (the prow of a rudder!) the southern shore of the Liedenbrock sea, what would have become of us? We should never have seen the name of Saknussemm, and we should at this moment be imprisoned on a rockbound, impassable coast.”
“Yes, Axel, it is providential that whilst supposing we were steering south we should have just got back north at Cape Saknussemm. I must say that this is astonishing, and that I feel I have no way to explain it.”
“What does that signify, uncle? Our business is not to explain facts, but to use them!”