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As
he
spoke
,
Dantes
looked
toward
the
spot
where
the
fishing-vessel
had
been
wrecked
,
and
started
.
The
red
cap
of
one
of
the
sailors
hung
to
a
point
of
the
rock
and
some
timbers
that
had
formed
part
of
the
vessel
's
keel
,
floated
at
the
foot
of
the
crag
.
In
an
instant
Dantes
'
plan
was
formed
.
He
swam
to
the
cap
,
placed
it
on
his
head
,
seized
one
of
the
timbers
,
and
struck
out
so
as
to
cut
across
the
course
the
vessel
was
taking
.
"
I
am
saved
!
"
murmured
he
.
And
this
conviction
restored
his
strength
.
He
soon
saw
that
the
vessel
,
with
the
wind
dead
ahead
,
was
tacking
between
the
Chateau
d'If
and
the
tower
of
Planier
.
For
an
instant
he
feared
lest
,
instead
of
keeping
in
shore
,
she
should
stand
out
to
sea
;
but
he
soon
saw
that
she
would
pass
,
like
most
vessels
bound
for
Italy
,
between
the
islands
of
Jaros
and
Calaseraigne
.
However
,
the
vessel
and
the
swimmer
insensibly
neared
one
another
,
and
in
one
of
its
tacks
the
tartan
bore
down
within
a
quarter
of
a
mile
of
him
.
He
rose
on
the
waves
,
making
signs
of
distress
;
but
no
one
on
board
saw
him
,
and
the
vessel
stood
on
another
tack
.
Dantes
would
have
shouted
,
but
he
knew
that
the
wind
would
drown
his
voice
.
It
was
then
he
rejoiced
at
his
precaution
in
taking
the
timber
,
for
without
it
he
would
have
been
unable
,
perhaps
,
to
reach
the
vessel
--
certainly
to
return
to
shore
,
should
he
be
unsuccessful
in
attracting
attention
.
Dantes
,
though
almost
sure
as
to
what
course
the
vessel
would
take
,
had
yet
watched
it
anxiously
until
it
tacked
and
stood
towards
him
.
Then
he
advanced
;
but
before
they
could
meet
,
the
vessel
again
changed
her
course
.
By
a
violent
effort
he
rose
half
out
of
the
water
,
waving
his
cap
,
and
uttering
a
loud
shout
peculiar
to
sailers
.
This
time
he
was
both
seen
and
heard
,
and
the
tartan
instantly
steered
towards
him
.
At
the
same
time
,
he
saw
they
were
about
to
lower
the
boat
.
An
instant
after
,
the
boat
,
rowed
by
two
men
,
advanced
rapidly
towards
him
.
Dantes
let
go
of
the
timber
,
which
he
now
thought
to
be
useless
,
and
swam
vigorously
to
meet
them
.
But
he
had
reckoned
too
much
upon
his
strength
,
and
then
he
realized
how
serviceable
the
timber
had
been
to
him
.
His
arms
became
stiff
,
his
legs
lost
their
flexibility
,
and
he
was
almost
breathless
.
He
shouted
again
.
The
two
sailors
redoubled
their
efforts
,
and
one
of
them
cried
in
Italian
,
"
Courage
!
"
The
word
reached
his
ear
as
a
wave
which
he
no
longer
had
the
strength
to
surmount
passed
over
his
head
.
He
rose
again
to
the
surface
,
struggled
with
the
last
desperate
effort
of
a
drowning
man
,
uttered
a
third
cry
,
and
felt
himself
sinking
,
as
if
the
fatal
cannon
shot
were
again
tied
to
his
feet
.
The
water
passed
over
his
head
,
and
the
sky
turned
gray
.
A
convulsive
movement
again
brought
him
to
the
surface
.
He
felt
himself
seized
by
the
hair
,
then
he
saw
and
heard
nothing
.
He
had
fainted
.
