Chapter

 1 VII  |    horizon, and an altazimuth, to throw out the height of distant
 2 XIV  |      Never mind, let us try. Joe, throw out the anchors!”~The balloon,
 3 XX   | immediately over a village, “I’ll throw them an empty bottle, with
 4 XXI  |        sixty pounds of ballast to throw out, in case we should want
 5 XXI  |          get to the prisoner, and throw out a quantity of ballast,
 6 XXIII|         wry faces when we come to throw some thousands of crowns’
 7 XXIII|             Do me the kindness to throw out some of that quartz!”~“
 8 XXIII|         here to make up for us.”~“Throw away four hundred pounds!”
 9 XXVII|       saying, he began rapidly to throw out the sand that encumbered
10 XXVII|           Joe,” said the doctor, “throw out some fifty pounds of
11 XIX  |     balloon with such force as to throw it over on its side, thus
12 XXX  |        Victoria. Joe got ready to throw out ballast, and Ferguson
13 XXXII|      falling, and into the lake.~“Throw out something—something
14 XXXII|          There is nothing more to throw!” was Kennedy’s despairing
15 XXXV |           that I had that idea to throw myself out into the lake!
16 XXXVI|           car, and be prepared to throw out that ballast at a single
17 XXXVI|        the ladder clear, ready to throw it at any moment. Meanwhile,
18 XXXVI|        again shouted to Kennedy:~“Throw ballast!”~“It’s done!”~And
19 XLIX |   sea-coast. I shall even have to throw over some ballast. We are
20 XLI  |         so much so that he had to throw overboard a number more
21 XLI  |          the only help. So let us throw out every thing we can spare.”~“
22 XLI  |        curtains of the awning and throw them overboard.~“There’s
23 XLI  |          Joe, “even if we have to throw overboard our clothes to
24 XLI  |         urged the doctor.~“Let us throw out the tanks—we have emptied
25 XLI  |     nothing but our pemmican, and throw out all the heavy meat.”~
26 XLI  |          yourself in readiness to throw over your fire-arms!”~“Sacrifice
27 XLI  |        dashed.~“Kennedy! Kennedy! throw out your fire-arms, or we
28 XLI  |           shall have time enough. Throw out your anchors, Joe!”~
29 XLII |           question now is, not to throw ourselves out of the car,
30 XLIII|       into the air.”~“What can we throw out?” asked Joe.~“All that
31 XLIII|      Kennedy, between his teeth.~“Throw out our reserved store of
32 XLIII|          two hundred paces away.~“Throw out the two fowling-pieces!”
33 XLIII|           and fifty pounds yet to throw out.”~“What can it be, then?”