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Updated: May 11, 2025
Ben Zoof, really thinking that his master was angry, made a threatening movement towards the professor. "Touch me if you dare!" screamed Rosette, drawing himself up to the fullest height his diminutive figure would allow. "You shall answer for your conduct before a court of justice!" "Where? On Gallia?" asked the captain. "No; on the earth." "The earth! Pshaw!
"First of all," resumed the lieutenant, "we will specify the different ways in which the shock may happen." "And the prime fact to be remembered," interposed Servadac, "is that the combined velocity of the two bodies will be about 21,000 miles an hour." "Express speed, and no mistake!" muttered Ben Zoof. "Just so," assented Procope. "Now, the two bodies may impinge either directly or obliquely.
The consciousness that his tartan was the subject of discussion made the Jew give way to such vehement ejaculations of anxiety, that Servadac turned round and peremptorily ordered him to desist from his clamor. Leaving the old man under the surveillance of the count and Ben Zoof, the captain and the lieutenant stepped into a small boat and were soon alongside the floating emporium.
Only six hours instead of twelve elapsed between sunrise and sunrise; three hours after rising in the west the sun was sinking again in the east. "We are coming to something!" exclaimed Servadac. "We have got a year of something like 2,880 days." "I shouldn't think it would be an easy matter to find saints enough for such a calendar as that!" said Ben Zoof.
However reluctantly, Ben Zoof obeyed. The door was unfastened, and Isaac Hakkabut, enveloped in an old overcoat, shuffled into the gallery. In a few moments Servadac approached, and the Jew began to overwhelm him with the most obsequious epithets.
But he failed to trace any of the lineaments, supposed to resemble a human face, that mark the lunar surface; he failed to decipher any indications of hill and plain; nor could he make out the aureole of light which emanates from what astronomers have designated Mount Tycho. "It is not the moon," he said slowly. "Not the moon?" cried Ben Zoof. "Why not?"
Ben Zoof, who had just entered the hall, caught the professor's last sentence, and without saying a word, went out again and was absent for some minutes. When he returned, he said, "If you want to weigh this comet of yours, I suppose you want a pair of scales; but I have been to look, and I cannot find a pair anywhere. And what's more," he added mischievously, "you won't get them anywhere."
The weather remained fine, and although a few clouds had accumulated, and might have caused a trifling fall of the barometer, they were not sufficiently threatening to delay the departure of the Dobryna. Doubts now arose, and some discussion followed, whether or not it was desirable for Ben Zoof to accompany his master.
"Come what may," he presently exclaimed, "we will make up our minds for the future to be surprised at nothing." "Right, captain," replied Ben Zoof; "and, first of all, let us settle our little score with Count Timascheff." Beyond the ditch lay a small piece of meadow land, about an acre in extent.
"It is, probably, only a severe flood." The captain shook his head. "Worse than that, I fear, Ben Zoof," he replied with emotion. "It is a catastrophe that may have very serious consequences. What can have become of all my friends and fellow-officers?" Ben Zoof was silent.
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