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Chapter XVII. And Pym
Nowthequestionarose,wasHuntsane?Wasitnothewhohadstolenintomycabininafitofinsanity—ofthisIhadnodoubt—andmurmuredinmyearthewords:“AndPym—poorPym?”
Yes,andIhadnotbeendreaming!Inshort,ifallthatHunthadjustsaidwastrue,ifhewasbutthefaithfulreporterofsecretswhichhadbeenentrustedtohimbyDirkPeters,oughthetobebelievedwhenherepeatedinatoneofmingledcommandandentreaty,—
“Pymisnotdead.Pymisthere.PoorPymmustnotbeforsaken!”
WhenIhadmadeanendofquestioningHunt,CaptainLenGuycameoutofhismeditativemood,profoundlytroubled,andgavetheword,“Allhandsforward!”
Whenthemenwereassembledaroundhim,hesaid,—
“Listentome,Hunt,andseriouslyconsiderthegravityofthequestionsIamabouttoputtoyou.”
Huntheldhisheadup,andranhiseyesoverthecrewoftheHalbrane.
“Youassert,Hunt,thatallyouhavetoldusconcerningArthurPymistrue?”
“Yes.”
“YouknewDirkPeters?”
“Yes.”
“YoulivedsomeyearswithhiminIllinois?”
“Nineyears.”
“Andheoftenrelatedthesethingstoyou?”
“Yes.”
“And,foryourownpart,youhavenodoubtthathetoldyoutheexacttruth?”
“None.”
“Well,then,diditneveroccurtohimthatsomeofthecrewoftheJanemighthaveremainedonTsalalIsland?”
“No.
