Chapter XXIX

This sort of an explanation just fitted in with what Paul had
conjectured. He had found it hard to believe that Nuthin would be
so frightened as to cling deperately [desperately] to the flying
tent, when he knew that it was being carried off by the gale. He
must have been an involuntary passenger of the airship that quickly
ended its short flight in a neighboring tree.

"That's good," declared Paul." "Feel [Paul. "Feel] around just
above you. Can't you get hold of a branch or two, and hang on when
I cut the rope? I want to keep you from falling when the support
goes."

The crash of falling trese [trees] could still be heard with every
renewed furious blast. But just as Mr. Gordon had said, these
sounds proceeded almost wholly from the lower region. That was the
reason he declined to seek safety in that quarter, prefering
[preferring] to push in the teeth of the blow, because the rocky
shelters were to be found there.