It would take you ten years to go round the world--and a flying machine could do it in a week!" Here arose a new tempest of protests and denials which lasted for three long minutes.

And then Phil Evans look up the word.
"Mr.Aviator," he said "you who talk so much of the benefits of aviation, have you ever aviated ?" "I have." "And made the conquest of the air ?" "Not unlikely." "Hooray for Robur the Conqueror!" shouted an ironical voice.
"Well, yes! Robur the Conqueror! I accept the name and I will bear it, for I have a right to it!" "We beg to doubt it!" said Jem Chip.
"Gentlemen," said Robur, and his brows knit, "when I have just seriously stated a serious thing I do not permit anyone to reply to me by a flat denial, and I shall be glad to know the name of the interrupter." "My name is Chip, and I am a vegetarian." "Citizen Chip," said Robur, "I knew that vegetarians had longer alimentary canals than other men--a good foot longer at the least.
That is quite long enough; and so do not compel me to make you any longer by beginning at your ears and--" "Throw him out." "Into the street with him!" "Lynch him!" "Helix him!" The rage of the balloonists burst forth at last.

They rushed at the platform.

Robur disappeared amid a sheaf of hands that were thrown about as if caught in a storm.

In vain the steam whistle screamed its fanfares on to the assembly.