Journey to the Center of the Earth Page #4

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take time, sir.

This is urgent.

Not for me.

I have to

go to Iceland.

I'm going with you.

Where?

To the center

of the earth.

Oh!

All Iceland

must be aware

that the Scots

have arrived.

I wish Jenny

could hear me.

Homesick already?

It's painful

to leave your fiance

on the first day

of your engagement.

But to come back

as a world famous scientist,

that's not

to be sneezed at.

Did you expect

a fight of stairs

with a red carpet?

I neglected

to tell you

I have a nervous fear

of heights.

You'll get over that

after the first

million fathoms or so.

Million fathoms.

Alec!

He's been here!

He's been

surveying here.

This is

fresh-cut wood.

Your revered colleague

from Stockholm.

He isn't wasting

any time.

Do you think he's

already gone down?

No. Saknussemm stipulated

the last day of May.

Go back to Reykjavik.

Buy every foot of rope

that's available.

Stock up on hardtack, bread,

chocolate, and medical supplies.

But more than anything,

inquire whether they

have Ruhmkorf lamps.

Have another carriage

waiting

at the foot of

the slope at sunset.

Can we prepare it

that quickly?

We must.

We're in a race.

What's that

you're taking?

Jenny's

farewell gift.

Ill keep it

with me always.

Scartaris!

Back to my hotel.

Ja, Professor Goetaborg.

Ah, my good man.

I assume my assistant

sent you.

No, thank you.

Nobody carries

the soldier's weapons.

And take your time.

These instruments

are delicate.

Easy, coachman!

Easy!

This isn't the same road

we came by this morning!

I said, slow down, man!

You're out

of your senses!

Stop your horses,

man!

This is a command!

Can't you hear me?

Slow down!

Stop, you fool!

Whoa!

If you've ruined

my instruments,

I'll horsewhip you,

so help me.

And where are we?

This certainly

is not my hotel.

Professor!

Alec!

Ah-choo!

Where are we?

Apparently in

an eider feather storehouse.

How did

you get here?

I don't know

what happened.

It went so fast.

I was clubbed

and overpowered.

Did you see

who did it?

No. I was

just walking.

Professor Goetaborg

is a criminal!

Probably he's always

dreamed of fame.

Your letter

opened the door.

Did you hear that?

Some tapping.

Don't get your hopes up,

Professor.

There's

nobody around.

Everybody's in

the market square.

Tomorrow the fishing feet

goes out.

The shops

are closed?

No. They are open,

but everything

we need

was sold already.

To Professor Goetaborg!

He stayed in the inn

where we're staying.

This time,

I heard it, too.

A fellow prisoner,

do you suppose?

He's giving us

signals.

It's a code.

Morse?

I can't

make it out.

Jot this down.

Dash, dash, dot,

dot, dot, dot, long dash.

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