eleven o'clock
`` More than 2,000 leagues ! '' cried Michel Ardan . `` That beats the express trains of the pitiable globe called the earth ! '' `` I should think it did , '' answered Nicholl , consulting his chronometer ; `` it is eleven o'clock , only thirteen minutes since we left the American continent . '' `` Only thirteen minutes ? '' said Barbicane . `` That is all , '' answered Nicholl ; `` and if our initial velocity were constant we should make nearly 10,000 leagues an hour . ''