Part 49 (2/2)
Neither Barbicane nor Nicholl answered.
”You do not answer,” continued Michel impatiently.
”There is nothing to answer,” said Nicholl.
”Is there nothing to try?”
”No,” answered Barbicane. ”Do you pretend to fight against the impossible?”
”Why not? Do one Frenchman and two Americans shrink from such a word?”
”But what would you do?”
”Subdue this motion which is bearing us away.”
”Subdue it?”
”Yes,” continued Michel, getting animated, ”or else alter it, and employ it to the accomplishment of our own ends.”
”And how?”
”That is your affair. If artillerymen are not masters of their projectile they are not artillerymen. If the projectile is to command the gunner, we had better ram the gunner into the gun.
My faith! fine savants! who do not know what is to become of us after inducing me----”
”Inducing you!” cried Barbicane and Nicholl. ”Inducing you!
What do you mean by that?”
”No recrimination,” said Michel. ”I do not complain, the trip has pleased me, and the projectile agrees with me; but let us do all that is humanly possible to do the fall somewhere, even if only on the moon.”
”We ask no better, my worthy Michel,” replied Barbicane, ”but means fail us.”
”We cannot alter the motion of the projectile?”
”No.”
”Nor diminish its speed?”
”No.”
”Not even by lightening it, as they lighten an overloaded vessel?”
”What would you throw out?” said Nicholl. ”We have no ballast on board; and indeed it seems to me that if lightened it would go much quicker.”
”Slower.”
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