Off the southwest point was an islet and a range of rocks.
On the shore there were no tide-marks, and this tended to confirm Robur in his opinion as to his position for the ebb and flow are almost imperceptible in the Pacific.
At the northwest point there was a conical mountain about two hundred feet high.
No natives were to be seen, but they might be on the opposite coast.
In any case, if they had perceived the aeronef, terror had made them either hide themselves or run away.
The "Albatross" had anchored on the southwest point of the island.
Not far off, down a little creek, a small river flowed in among the rocks.
Beyond were several winding valleys; trees of different kinds; and birds--partridges and bustards--in great numbers.
If the island was not inhabited it was habitable.
Robur might surely have landed on it; if he had not done so it was probably because the ground was uneven and did not offer a convenient spot to beach the aeronef.
While he was waiting for the sun the engineer began the repairs he reckoned on completing before the day was over.
The suspensory screws were undamaged and had worked admirably amid all the violence of the storm, which, as we have said, had considerably lightened their work.
At this moment half of them were in action, enough to keep the "Albatross" fixed to the shore by the taut cable.
But the two propellers had suffered, and more than Robur had thought.
Their blades would have to be adjusted and the gearing seen to by which they received their rotatory movement.
It was the screw at the bow which was first attacked under Robur's superintendence.
It was the best to commence with, in case the
"Albatross" had to leave before the work was finished.
With only this propeller be could easily keep a proper course.
Meanwhile Uncle Prudent and his colleague, after walking about the deck, had sat down aft.
Frycollin was strangely reassured.
What a difference!
To be suspended only one hundred and fifty feet from the ground!
The work was only interrupted for a moment while the elevation of the sun above the horizon allowed Robur to take an horary angle, so that at the time of its culmination he could calculate his position.
The result of the observation, taken with the greatest exactitude, was as follows: Longitude, 176° 10' west. Latitude, 44° 25' south.
This point on the map answered to the position of the Chatham Islands, and particularly of Pitt Island, one of the group.
"That is nearer than I supposed," said Robur to Tom Turner.
"How far off are we?"
"Forty-six degrees south of X Island, or two thousand eight hundred miles."
"All the more reason to get our propellers into order," said the mate. "We may have the wind against us this passage, and with the little stores we have left we ought to get to X as soon as possible."
"Yes, Tom, and I hope to get under way tonight, even if I go with one screw, and put the other to-rights on the voyage."
"Mr. Robur," said Tom "What is to be done with those two gentlemen and their servant?"
"Do you think they would complain if they became colonists of X Island?"
But where was this X?
It was an island lost in the immensity of the Pacific Ocean between the Equator and the Tropic of Cancer--an island most appropriately named by Robur in this algebraic fashion.
It was in the north of the South Pacific, a long way out of the route of inter-oceanic communication.
There it was that Robur had founded his little colony, and there the "Albatross" rested when tired with her flight. There she was provisioned for all her voyages.
In X Island, Robur, a man of immense wealth, had established a shipyard in which he built his aeronef.
There he could repair it, and even rebuild it.
In his warehouses were materials and provisions of all sorts stored for the fifty inhabitants who lived on the island.
When Robur had doubled Cape Horn a few days before his intention had been to regain X Island by crossing the Pacific obliquely.
But the cyclone had seized the "Albatross," and the hurricane had carried her away to the south.
In fact, he had been brought back to much the same latitude as before, and if his propellers had not been damaged the delay would have been of no importance.
His object was therefore to get back to X Island, but as the mate had said, the voyage would be a long one, and the winds would probably be against them. The mechanical power of the "Albatross" was, however, quite equal to taking her to her destination, and under ordinary circumstances she would be there in three or four days.
Hence Robur's resolve to anchor on the Chatham Islands.
There was every opportunity for repairing at least the fore-screw.
He had no fear that if the wind were to rise he would be driven to the south instead of to the north.
When night came the repairs would be finished, and he would have to maneuver so as to weigh anchor.
If it were too firmly fixed in the rocks he could cut the cable and resume his flight towards the equator.
The crew of the