Before beginning the experiment, this instrument was tested by comparison with one of the usual kind, and then Barbican hesitated a few moments regarding the best means of employing it.
"How shall we start this experiment ?" asked the Captain.
"Nothing simpler," answered Ardan, always ready to reply; "you just open your windows, and fling out your thermometer.

It follows your Projectile, as a calf follows her mother.

In a quarter of an hour you put out your hand--" "Put out your hand!" interrupted Barbican.
"Put out your hand--" continued Ardan, quietly.
"You do nothing of the kind," again interrupted Barbican; "that is, unless you prefer, instead of a hand, to pull back a frozen stump, shapeless, colorless and lifeless!" "I prefer a hand," said Ardan, surprised and interested.
"Yes," continued Barbican, "the instant your hand left the Projectile, it would experience the same terrible sensations as is produced by cauterizing it with an iron bar white hot.

For heat, whether rushing rapidly out of our bodies or rapidly entering them, is identically the same force and does the same amount of damage.

Besides I am by no means certain that we are still followed by the objects that we flung out of the Projectile." "Why not ?" asked M'Nicholl; "we saw them all outside not long ago." "But we can't see them outside now," answered Barbican; "that may be accounted for, I know, by the darkness, but it may be also by the fact of their not being there at all.