"Hang the air for spoiling our
fun! So we must remain shut up in our Projectile?"
"Not a doubt of it!"
--"Oh Thunder!" roared Ardan, suddenly striking his forehead.
"What ails you?" asked the Captain, somewhat surprised.
"Now I know what that bolide of ours is! Why didn't we think of it
before? It is no asteroid! It is no particle of meteoric matter! Nor is
it a piece of a shattered planet!"
"What is it then?" asked both of his companions in one voice.
[Illustration: SATELLITE'S BODY FLYING THROUGH SPACE.]
"It is nothing more or less than the body of the dog that we threw out
yesterday!"
So in fact it was. That shapeless, unrecognizable mass, melted,
expunged, flat as a bladder under an unexhausted receiver, drained of
its air, was poor Satellite's body, flying like a rocket through space,
and rising higher and higher in close company with the rapidly ascending
Projectile!
CHAPTER VII.
A HIGH OLD TIME.
A new phenomenon, therefore, strange but logical, startling but
admitting of easy explanation, was now presented to their view,
affording a fresh subject for lively discussion. Not that they disputed
much about it. They soon agreed on a principle from which they readily
deducted the following general law: _Every object thrown out of the
Projectile should partake of the Projectile's motion: it should
therefore follow the same path, and never cease to move until the
Projectile itself came to a stand-still.
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