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Chapter XVIII. A Revelation
“Didyounotremarkthatthecolouroftheseachanged,grewwhitelikemilk,andthatitssurfacebecameruffledaroundyourboat?”
“Itmayhavebeenso,sir;Ididnotobserve.Theboatwentonandon,andmyheadwentwithit.”
“Andthen,thefinepowder,asfineasashes,thatfell—”
“Idon’trememberit.”
“Wasitnotsnow?”
“Snow?Yes!No!Theweatherwaswarm.WhatdidPymsay?Pymmustbebelieved.”Heloweredhisvoiceandcontinued:“ButPymwilltellyouallthat,sir.Heknows.Idonotknow.Hesaw,andyouwillbelievehim.”
“Yes,DirkPeters,Ishallbelievehim.”
“Wearetogoinsearchofhim,arewenot?”
“Ihopeso.”
“AfterweshallhavefoundWilliamGuyandthesailorsoftheJane!”
“Yes,after.”
“Andevenifwedonotfindthem?”
“Yes,eveninthatcase.IthinkIshallinduceourcaptain.Ithinkhewillnotrefuse—”
“No,hewillnotrefusetobringhelptoaman—amanlikehim!”
“Andyet,”Isaid,“ifWilliamGuyandhispeopleareliving,canweadmitthatArthurPym—”
“Living?Yes!Living!”criedthehalf-breed.“Bythegreatspiritofmyfathers,heis—heiswaitingforme,mypoorPym!HowjoyfulhewillbewhenheclaspshisoldDirkinhisarms,andI—I,whenIfeelhim,there,there.”
Andthehugechestofthemanheavedlikeastormysea.
