Still when five o'clock in the morning brought our travellers to within 50 miles of _Mount Gioja_--which their spy-glasses rendered as visible as if it was only about half a mile off, Ardan could not control himself.
"Why, we're there" he exclaimed; "we can touch her with our hands! Open the windows and let me out! Don't mind letting me go by myself.

It is not very inviting quarters I admit.

But as we are come to the jumping off place, I want to see the whole thing through.

Open the lower window and let me out.

I can take care of myself!" "That's what's more than any other man can do," said M'Nicholl drily, "who wants to take a jump of 50 miles!" "Better not try it, friend Ardan," said Barbican grimly: "think of Satellite! The Moon is no more attainable by your body than by our Projectile.