"It is `they' come back again!" the young midshipman had said, and every one had understood him. No one doubted but that the meteor was the projectile of the Gun Club. As to the travelers which it enclosed, opinions were divided regarding their fate.

"They are dead!" said one.

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"They are alive!" said another; "the crater is deep, and the

shock was deadened."

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"But they must have wanted air," continued a third speaker; "they must have died of suffocation."

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"Burned!" replied a fourth; "the projectile was nothing but an

incandescent mass as it crossed the atmosphere."

"What does it matter!" they exclaimed unanimously; "living or

dead, we must pull them out!"

But Captain Blomsberry had assembled his officers, and "with

their permission," was holding a council. They must decide upon

something to be done immediately. The more hasty ones were for

fishing up the projectile. A difficult operation, though not an

impossible one. But the corvette had no proper machinery, which

must be both fixed and powerful; so it was resolved that they

should put in at the nearest port, and give information to the

Gun Club of the projectile's fall.

This determination was unanimous. The choice of the port had

to be discussed. The neighboring coast had no anchorage on

27° latitude. Higher up, above the peninsula of Monterey, stands

the important town from which it takes its name; but, seated on

the borders of a perfect desert, it was not connected with the

interior by a network of telegraphic wires, and electricity

alone could spread these important news fast enough.

Some degrees above opened the bay of San Francisco. Through the

capital of the gold country communication would be easy with the

heart of the Union. And in less than two days the Susquehanna, by putting on high pressure, could arrive in that port. She must therefore start at once.

The fires were made up; they could set off immediately. Two thousand fathoms of line were still out, which Captain Blomsberry, not wishing to lose precious time in hauling in, resolved to cut.

"we will fasten the end to a buoy," said he, "and that buoy will

show us the exact spot where the projectile fell."

"Besides," replied Lieutenant Bronsfield, "we have our situation

exact-- 27° 7' north latitude and 41° 37' west longitude."

"Well, Mr. Bronsfield," replied the captain, "now, with your

permission, we will have the line cut."

A strong buoy, strengthened by a couple of spars, was thrown

into the ocean. The end of the rope was carefully lashed to it; and, left solely to the rise and fall of the billows, the buoy would not sensibly deviate from the spot.

At this moment the engineer sent to inform the captain that

steam was up and they could start, for which agreeable

communication the captain thanked him. The course was then

given north-northeast, and the corvette, wearing, steered at

full steam direct for San Francisco. It was three in the morning.

Four hundred and fifty miles to cross; it was nothing for a good

vessel like the Susquehanna. In thirty-six hours she had covered

that distance; and on the 14th of December, at twenty-seven

minutes past one at night, she entered the bay of San Francisco.

At the sight of a ship of the national navy arriving at full speed, with her bowsprit broken, public curiosity was greatly roused. A dense crowd soon assembled on the quay, waiting for them to disembark.

After casting anchor, Captain Blomsberry and Lieutenant

Bronsfield entered an eight-pared cutter, which soon brought

them to land.

They jumped on to the quay.

"The telegraph?" they asked, without answering one of the

thousand questions addressed to them.

The officer of the port conducted them to the telegraph office

through a concourse of spectators. Blomsberry and Bronsfield

entered, while the crowd crushed each other at the door.

Some minutes later a fourfold telegram was sent out--the first

to the Naval Secretary at Washington; the second to the

vice-president of the Gun Club, Baltimore; the third to the Hon. J. T. Maston, Long's Peak, Rocky Mountains; and the fourth to the sub-director of the Cambridge Observatory, Massachusetts.

It was worded as follows: