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The wind was fresh from the south-west, with rain, and the night was dark. The balloon was driving along at a dangerous rate, considering the low altitude.
"I give it up," said Bob Trevelyan, who had not spoken for a long time. "We've been travelling five hours, and I haven't the vaguest idea where we are."