We shall have time enough to break our necks in the South." Barbican made no reply to his companions, because a new reflection had begun to trouble him, to talk about which would have done no good.

There was certainly something wrong.

The Projectile was evidently heading towards the northern hemisphere of the Moon.

What did this prove?
Clearly, a deviation resulting from some cause.

The bullet, lodged, aimed, and fired with the most careful mathematical precision, had been calculated to reach the very centre of the Moon's disc.