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Chapter XVIII. A Revelation
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“Sir,wouldParker’sfamilyspeakofitasyoudo?”
“Hisfamily!Hadhethenrelations?”
“Yes—andthatiswhyPymchangedhisnameinthenarrative.Parker’snamewasnotParker—itwas—”
“ArthurPymwasright,”Isaid,interruptinghimquickly,“andasforme,IdonotwishtoknowParker’srealname.Keepthissecret.”
“No,Iwilltellittoyou.Itweighstooheavilyonme,andIshallberelieved,perhaps,whenIhavetoldyou,Mr.Jeorling.”
“No,DirkPeters,no!”
“HisnamewasHolt—NedHolt.”
“Holt!”Iexclaimed,“thesamenameasoursailing-master’s.”
“Whoishisownbrother,sir.”
“MartinHolt?”
“Yes—understandme—hisbrother.”
“ButhebelievesthatNedHoltperishedinthewreckoftheGrampuswiththerest.”
“Itwasnotso,andifhelearnedthatI—”
Justatthatinstantaviolentshockflungmeoutofmybunk.
Theschoonerhadmadesuchalurchtotheportsidethatshewasnearfoundering.
Iheardanangryvoicecryout:
“Whatdogisthatatthehelm?”
ItwasthevoiceofWest,andthepersonheaddressedwasHearne.
Irushedoutofmycabin.
“Haveyouletthewheelgo?”repeatedWest,whohadseizedHearnebythecollarofhisjersey.
“Lieutenant—Idon’tknow—”
“Yes,Itellyou,youhaveletitgo.Alittlemoreandtheschoonerwouldhavecapsizedunderfullsail
