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Chapter XVII. And Pym
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“And,aftertwentydays,havingreachedthefrontofthecurtainofvapour,theywerebothcarrieddownintothegulfofthecataract?”
ThistimeHuntdidnotreplyintheaffirmative;hehesitated,hestammeredoutsomevaguewords;heseemedtobetryingtorekindlethehalf-extinguishedflameofhismemory.Atlength,lookingatmeandshakinghishead,heanswered,—
“No,notboth.Understandme—Dirknevertoldme—”
“DirkPeters”interposedCaptainLenGuy,quickly.“YouknewDirkPeters?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“AtVandalia,StateofIllinois.”
“Anditisfromhimthatyouhaveallthisinformationconcerningthevoyage?”
“Fromhim.”
“Andhecamebackalone—alone—fromthatvoyage,havingleftArthurPym.”
“Alone!”
“Speak,man—dospeak!”Icried,impatiently.Then,inbroken,butintelligiblesentences,Huntspoke,—
“Yes—there—acurtainofvapour—sothehalf-breedoftensaid—understandme.Thetwo,ArthurPymandhe,wereintheTsalalboat.Thenanenormousblockoficecamefulluponthem.AttheshockDirkPeterswasthrownintothesea,butheclungtotheiceblock,and—understandme,hesawtheboatdriftwiththecurrent,far,veryfar,toofar!InvaindidPymtrytorejoinhiscompanion,hecouldnot;theboatdriftedonandon,andPym,thatpoordearPym,wascarriedaway.
