I am ready." Michel Ardan interfered before the two enemies had time to recriminate.
"Faith," said he, "it is fortunate that brave fellows like you did not meet sooner.

We should now have to mourn for one or other of you; but, thanks to God, who has prevented it, there is nothing more to fear.

When one forgets his hatred to plunge into mechanical problems and the other to play tricks on spiders, their hatred cannot be dangerous to anybody." And Michel Ardan related the captain's story to the president.
"I ask you now," said he as he concluded, "if two good beings like you were made to break each other's heads with gunshots ?" There was in this rather ridiculous situation something so unexpected, that Barbicane and Nicholl did not know how to look at one another.
Michel Ardan felt this, and resolved to try for a reconciliation.
"My brave friends," said he, smiling in his most fascinating manner, "it has all been a mistake between you, nothing more.

Well, to prove that all is ended between you, and as you are men who risk your lives, frankly accept the proposition that I am going to make to you." "Speak," said Nicholl.
"Friend Barbicane believes that his projectile will go straight to the moon." "Yes, certainly," replied the president.
"And friend Nicholl is persuaded that it will fall back on the earth." "I am certain of it," cried the captain.
"Good," resumed Michel Ardan.

"I do not pretend to make you agree; all I say to you is, 'Come with me, and see if we shall stop on the road.'" "What ?" said J.T.Maston, stupefied.
The two rivals at this sudden proposition had raised their eyes and looked at each other attentively.