The recoil is then considerable, and may perhaps be as great as the current.

It was thus with the "Albatross" at this moment.
But Robur was not the man to give in.

His seventy-four screws, working perfectly together, were driven at their maximum speed.

But the aeronef could not escape; the attraction of the cyclone was irresistible.

During the few moments of calm she began to ascend, but the heavy pull soon drew her back, and she sunk like a ship as she founders.
Evidently if the violence of the cyclone went on increasing the "Albatross" would be but as a straw caught in one of those whirlwinds that root up the trees, carry off roofs, and blow down walls.
Robur and Tom could only speak by signs.