Jack and Quint took turns piloting the airship. The cold forced Ginnie to spend most of her time in the better heated interior cabins. Below us we saw snow and ice, forest and plains, but no sign of man. Salesky’s compass continued to point northeast.
In the middle of the eighth night, about an hour after I had finally found sleep, Quint shook me awake. He said, “There are lights ahead of us on the ground. Lights enough for a city.”