eleven o'clock
`` Because its distance is known , and when we met it , we were exactly four thousand six hundred and fifty miles from the surface of the terrestrial globe . '' `` More than two thousand French leagues , '' exclaimed Michel Ardan . `` That beats the express trains of the pitiful globe called the earth . '' `` I should think so , '' replied Nicholl , consulting his chronometer ; `` it is eleven o'clock , and it is only thirteen minutes since we left the American continent . '' `` Only thirteen minutes ? '' said Barbicane . `` Yes , '' said Nicholl ; `` and if our initiatory speed of twelve thousand yards has been kept up , we shall have made about twenty thousand miles in the hour . ''