“We’re going astern?” Conseil said.
“Yes,” I replied. “Apparently the tunnel has no way out at this end.”
“And so . . . ?”
“So,” I said, “our maneuvers are quite simple. We’ll return in our tracks and go out the southern opening. That’s all.”
As I spoke, I tried to sound more confident than I really felt. Meanwhile the Nautilus accelerated its backward movement, and running with propeller in reverse, it swept us along at great speed.
“This’ll mean a delay,” Ned said.
“What are a few hours more or less, so long as we get out.”
“Yes,” Ned Land repeated, “so long as we get out!”
I strolled for a little while from the lounge into the library. My companions kept their seats and didn’t move. Soon I threw myself down on a couch and picked up a book, which my eyes skimmed mechanically.
A quarter of an hour later, Conseil approached me, saying: