Chapter

 1 XI    |           speed of thirty miles an hour.~Quickly, however, as they
 2 XX    |         the other side at the same hour.”~“And you will not forget
 3 XXI   |          passed the border half an hour ago.~There was an old bushman
 4 XXI   |     bushman.~“Long ago?”~“About an hour.”~“Too late!” cried Maston.~“
 5 XXI   |      darkly overshadowed.~After an hour spent in vain pursuit the
 6 XXI   |           before them.~For another hour their search was continued.
 7 XXI   |           in silence. Another half hour passed, and the pursuit
 8 XXVI  |          Hill. Every quarter of an hour the railway brought fresh
 9 XXVI  |          general excitement of the hour.~Up till nightfall, a dull,
10 XXVIII|           30th of November, at the hour fixed upon, from the midst
11 I     |       before another quarter of an hour you will have to count nine
12 II    |       twenty thousand miles in the hour.”~“That is all very well,
13 II    |         twenty-four thousand in an hour. But Michel Ardan, disdaining
14 II    |          more than a quarter of an hour, when Barbicane sat up suddenly,
15 III   |         its first impressions, and hour after hour took notes of
16 III   |        impressions, and hour after hour took notes of all facts
17 IV    |           rate of 68,000 miles per hour? Motion under such conditions
18 IV    |         required formula.”~Half an hour had not elapsed before Barbicane,
19 VI    |            to meet it at the given hour. All around the black vault
20 VIII  | suffocation, but by combustion. An hour later, the air less charged
21 VIII  |     attractions scarcely lasted an hour; the travelers felt themselves
22 IX    |           the disc was at least an hour’s work. It was past twelve
23 XIV   |      docility; and a quarter of an hour after, draw it in.”~“With
24 XIV   |     Barbicane waited until half an hour had elapsed, which was more
25 XV    |            nature exactly. Half an hour after being sighted, this
26 XIX   |            two in the morning; the hour mattered little. Michel
27 XIX   |        December was beginning. One hour more, and the point of equal
28 XIX   |           a speed of 240 miles per hour. Here the projectile must
29 XIX   |         speed of 115,200 miles per hour.~“We are lost!” said Michel
30 XXI   |            us go!”~A quarter of an hour after the two savants were
31 XXIII |     hundred and sixty miles in the hour. But what was this speed