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Chapter 276
"Better stir around a little more," said the Frenchman; "fatigue of body is the best antidote to such severe mental labor as ours. I'll run up the ladder a bit." So saying, he paid another visit to the upper portion of the Projectile and remained there awhile whistling Malbrouk , whilst his companions amused themselves in looking through the floor window. Ardan was coming down the ladder, when his whistling was cut short by a sudden exclamation of surprise. "What's the matter?" asked Barbican quickly, as he looked up and saw the Frenchman pointing to something outside the Projectile. Approaching the window, Barbican saw with much surprise a sort of flattened bag floating in space and only a few yards off. It seemed perfectly motionless, and, consequently, the travellers knew that it mus
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