Chapter 8
“It’s the same, Omicron; it’s the same!” cried Mr. Dean Forsyth, as soon as he put his eye to the telescope.
“The same!” echoed Omicron. “Let’s hope Dr. Hudelson isn’t on the top of his observatory just now.”
“Or if he is,” said his master, “let’s hope he can’t see the bolide.”
“Our bolide,” added Omicron.
“My bolide,” unconsciously corrected his master.
Both were mistaken. At this very moment Dr. Hudelson’s telescope was directed towards the south-east, which was the part of the sky then being traversed by the meteor. And no less than his rival, the doctor kept his eyes fixed on the phenomenon until it vanished in the mists of the south. Indeed, the two Whaston astronomers were not the only observers of the bolide on this occasion. It was perceived by the Pittsburg Observa
