“Maston!” he exclaimed.
“Nicholl!”
“Will you fight me with meli-melonite?
“No; with fulmi-cotton. It is surer!”
Mrs. Scorbitt hastened to interfere.
“Gentlemen! Gentlemen!” she said. “Between friends!”
Then Impey Barbicane put in a word very quietly,—
“What is the use of abusing each other? It is certain that the calculations of our friend Maston were correct, and it is certain that the explosive of our friend Nicholl was sufficient! We followed exactly the teachings of science! And we failed! For what reasons? Probably we shall never know!”
“Well,” said the secretary of the Gun Club; “we will try it again!”
“And the money which has been lost?” observed Captain Nicholl.