“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?”