"If you can't boost, don't knock," he protested. "I never said
'twould be a picnic. But I'd run away in the Antarctic ice fields
rather than be a prisoner."
We soon dozed off again.
The long rest and penetrating dry heat were good for us, and
that night we covered a considerable distance, keeping always in
the rough forested belt of land which we knew bordered the
whole country. Sometimes we were near the outer edge, and
caught sudden glimpses of the tremendous depths beyond.
"This piece of geography stands up like a basalt column," Jeff
said. "Nice time we'll have getting down if they have confiscated
our machine!" For which suggestion he received summary chastisement.
What we could see inland was peaceable enough, but only
moonlit glimpses; by daylight we lay very close. As Terry said,
we did not wish to kill the old ladies--even if we could; and short
of that they were perfectly competent to pick us up bodily and
carry us back, if discovered.
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