CHAPTER VI.
THE GRECIAN ARCHIPELAGO.
At dawn next day (February 12) the Nautilus came up to the surface again. I ran up to the platform. Three miles to the southward I could see the outline of Pelusium. A torrent had carried us from sea to sea. But the tunnel, though easy to descend, seemed to me impossible to ascend.
About 7 a.m. Ned and Conseil joined me. These two “inséparables” had been calmly sleeping, without troubling themselves about the exploits of the Nautilus.
“Well, sir,” asked the Canadian, in a bantering tone, “and how about this Mediterranean?”
“We are floating on its surface, friend Ned!”
“What,” said Conseil, “last night———”
“Yes, last night, in a few minutes, we cleared the Isthmus of Suez.”
“I don’t believe a word of it,” said Ned.
“Well, you are wrong, Master Land. That low coast trending to the south is Egypt.”
“Or some other,” replied the infatuated Canadian.
