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Chapter XVIII. A Revelation

           

           “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

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