regions that lie
between the world and the moon appalled him.

Then, suddenly, a new sound reached him that at first he could not in
the least understand. It reached him, however, not through the ears, but
by a steady trembling of the whole surface of his body. It set him in
vibration all over, and for some time he had no idea what it meant. The
trembling ran deeper and deeper into his body, till at last a single,
powerful, regular vibration took complete possession of his whole being,
and he felt as though he was being wrapped round and absorbed by this
vast and gigantic sound. He had always thought that the voice of Fright,
like the roar of a river, was the loudest and deepest sound he had ever
heard. Even that set his soul a-trembling. But this new, tremendous,
rolling-ocean of a voice came not that way, and could not be compared to
it. The voice of the other was a mere tickling of the ear compared to
this awful crashing of seas and mountains and falling worlds. It must
break him to pieces, he felt.

Suddenly he knew what it was,--and for a second his wings failed
him:--he had reached such a height that he could hear the roar of the
world as it thundered along its journey through space! That was the
meaning of this voice of majesty that set him all a-trembling. And
before long he would probably hear, too, the voices of the planets, and
the singing of the great moon. The governess had warned him about this.
At the first sound of these awful voices she told him to turn instantly
and drop back to the earth as fast as ever he could drop.

Jimbo turned instinctively and began to fall. But, before he had dropped
half a mile, he met once again the ascending sound of the wings that had
followed him from the Empty House.

It was no good flying straight into destruction. He summoned all his
courage and turned once more towards the stars. Anything was better than
being caught and held for ever by Fright, and with a wild cry for help
that fell dead in the empty spaces, he renewed his unending flight
towards the stars.

But, meanwhile, the pursuer had distinctly gained. Appalled by the
mighty thunder of the stars' voices above, and by the prospect of
immediate capture if he turned back, Jimbo flew blindly on towards the
moon, regardless of consequences. And below him the Pursuer came closer
and closer. The strokes of its wings were no longer mere distant thuds
that he heard when he paused in his own flight to listen; they w