Horrible! we shall be blown up; but no, the dazzling disk of mysterious light nimbly leaps aside; it approaches Hans, who fixes his blue eye upon it steadily; it threatens the head of my uncle, who falls upon his knees with his head down to avoid it. And now my turn comes; pale and trembling under the blinding splendour and the melting heat, it drops at my feet, spinning silently round upon the deck; I try to move my foot away, but cannot.
¡Vamos a volar! Pero no: el disco deslumbrador se separa; se aproximo o Hans, que la mira fijamente; a mi tío, que se pone de rodillas para evitar su choque; a mí, que palidezco y tiemblo bajo la impresión de su luz y su color; dí vueltas alrededor de mi pie, que trato de retirar sin poderlo conseguir.