"It's a pity," he would suggest to Captain Doane, "that you have only one
chronometer. The entire fault may be with the
chronometer.
Nicholl's
chronometer marked twenty minutes past ten P.M.
His pure tight skin was an excellent fit; and closely wrapped up in it, and embalmed with inner health and strength, like a revivified Egyptian, this Starbuck seemed prepared to endure for long ages to come, and to endure always, as now; for be it Polar snow or torrid sun, like a patent
chronometer, his interior vitality was warranted to do well in all climates.
Seen in the various phases of his daily life, he gave the idea of being perfectly well-balanced, as exactly regulated as a Leroy
chronometer. Phileas Fogg was, indeed, exactitude personified, and this was betrayed even in the expression of his very hands and feet; for in men, as well as in animals, the limbs themselves are expressive of the passions.
"Something seems to have gone wrong either with our calculations or the
chronometer," I said.
The sextant and
chronometer had both been broken beyond repair, and they had been broken just this very night.
It was, in truth, as impossible for him to take a flight of fancy as it would be for a watchmaker to put together a
chronometer with nothing except a two-pound hammer and a whip-saw in the way of tools.
A reddish flash at the edge, the slightest projection of the outline just as the
chronometer struck midnight; and at that I told Ogilvy and he took my place.
A glimmer of gold shone out from between the fingers, and on opening them up, there was the Admiral's
chronometer. This interesting victim had throttled her protector with one hand, while she had robbed him with the other.
Impey Barbicane was a man of forty years of age, calm, cold, austere; of a singularly serious and self-contained demeanor, punctual as a
chronometer, of imperturbable temper and immovable character; by no means chivalrous, yet adventurous withal, and always bringing practical ideas to bear upon the very rashest enterprises; an essentially New Englander, a Northern colonist, a descendant of the old anti-Stuart Roundheads, and the implacable enemy of the gentlemen of the South, those ancient cavaliers of the mother country.
In our own case there can be no doubt whatever, for I was seated in Challenger's study with his carefully tested
chronometer in front of me at the moment.
"Tell the white man there's pearl shell in some lagoon infested by ten-thousand howling cannibals, and he'll head there all by his lonely, with half a dozen kanaka divers and a tin alarm clock for
chronometer, all packed like sardines on a commodious, five-ton ketch.