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Chapter XVII. And Pym

           

           And,whileHuntpassedhishandoverhisbrow,asthoughtocollecthismemoryoffar-offthings,IobservedtoCaptainLenGuy,—

           “Thereissomethingverysingularintheinterventionofthisman,ifindeedhebenotmad.”

           Atmywordstheboatswainshookhishead,forhedidnotbelieveHunttobeinhisrightmind.

           Thelatterunderstoodthisshakeoftheboatswain’shead,andcriedoutinaharshtone,—

           “No,notmad.Andmadmenarerespectedontheprairies,eveniftheyarenotbelieved.AndI—Imustbebelieved.No,no,no!Pymisnotdead!”

           “EdgarPoeassertsthatheis,”Ireplied.

           “Yes,Iknow,EdgarPoeofBaltimore.But—heneversawpoorPym,never,never.”

           “What!”exclaimedCaptainLenGuy;“thetwomenwerenotacquainted?”

           “No!”

           “AnditwasnotArthurPymhimselfwhorelatedhisadventurestoEdgarPoe?”

           “No,captain,no!He,belowthere,atBaltimore,hadonlythenoteswrittenbyPymfromthedaywhenhehidhimselfonboardtheGrampustotheverylasthour—thelast—understandmethelast.”

           “Who,then,broughtbackthatjournal?”askedCaptainLenGuy,asheseizedHunt’shand.

           “ItwasPym’scompanion,hewholovedhim,hispoorPym,likeason.ItwasDirkPeters,thehalf-breed,whocamebackalonefromthere—beyond.”

           “Thehalf-breed,DirkPeters!”Iexclaimed.

           “Yes.”

           “Alone?”

           “Alone.

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