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A
peculiar
smile
passed
over
Dantes
'
lips
;
he
squeezed
Jacopo
's
hand
warmly
,
but
nothing
could
shake
his
determination
to
remain
--
and
remain
alone
The
smugglers
left
with
Edmond
what
he
had
requested
and
set
sail
,
but
not
without
turning
about
several
times
,
and
each
time
making
signs
of
a
cordial
farewell
,
to
which
Edmond
replied
with
his
hand
only
,
as
if
he
could
not
move
the
rest
of
his
body
.
Then
,
when
they
had
disappeared
,
he
said
with
a
smile
--
"
'
Tis
strange
that
it
should
be
among
such
men
that
we
find
proofs
of
friendship
and
devotion
.
"
Then
he
dragged
himself
cautiously
to
the
top
of
a
rock
,
from
which
he
had
a
full
view
of
the
sea
,
and
thence
he
saw
the
tartan
complete
her
preparations
for
sailing
,
weigh
anchor
,
and
,
balancing
herself
as
gracefully
as
a
water-fowl
ere
it
takes
to
the
wing
,
set
sail
.
At
the
end
of
an
hour
she
was
completely
out
of
sight
;
at
least
,
it
was
impossible
for
the
wounded
man
to
see
her
any
longer
from
the
spot
where
he
was
.
Then
Dantes
rose
more
agile
and
light
than
the
kid
among
the
myrtles
and
shrubs
of
these
wild
rocks
,
took
his
gun
in
one
hand
,
his
pickaxe
in
the
other
,
and
hastened
towards
the
rock
on
which
the
marks
he
had
noted
terminated
.
"
And
now
,
"
he
exclaimed
,
remembering
the
tale
of
the
Arabian
fisherman
,
which
Faria
had
related
to
him
,
"
now
,
open
sesame
!
"
The
sun
had
nearly
reached
the
meridian
,
and
his
scorching
rays
fell
full
on
the
rocks
,
which
seemed
themselves
sensible
of
the
heat
.
Thousands
of
grasshoppers
,
hidden
in
the
bushes
,
chirped
with
a
monotonous
and
dull
note
;
the
leaves
of
the
myrtle
and
olive
trees
waved
and
rustled
in
the
wind
.
At
every
step
that
Edmond
took
he
disturbed
the
lizards
glittering
with
the
hues
of
the
emerald
;
afar
off
he
saw
the
wild
goats
bounding
from
crag
to
crag
.
In
a
word
,
the
island
was
inhabited
,
yet
Edmond
felt
himself
alone
,
guided
by
the
hand
of
God
.
He
felt
an
indescribable
sensation
somewhat
akin
to
dread
--
that
dread
of
the
daylight
which
even
in
the
desert
makes
us
fear
we
are
watched
and
observed
.
This
feeling
was
so
strong
that
at
the
moment
when
Edmond
was
about
to
begin
his
labor
,
he
stopped
,
laid
down
his
pickaxe
,
seized
his
gun
,
mounted
to
the
summit
of
the
highest
rock
,
and
from
thence
gazed
round
in
every
direction
.
But
it
was
not
upon
Corsica
,
the
very
houses
of
which
he
could
distinguish
;
or
on
Sardinia
;
or
on
the
Island
of
Elba
,
with
its
historical
associations
;
or
upon
the
almost
imperceptible
line
that
to
the
experienced
eye
of
a
sailor
alone
revealed
the
coast
of
Genoa
the
proud
,
and
Leghorn
the
commercial
,
that
he
gazed
.
It
was
at
the
brigantine
that
had
left
in
the
morning
,
and
the
tartan
that
had
just
set
sail
,
that
Edmond
fixed
his
eyes
.
The
first
was
just
disappearing
in
the
straits
of
Bonifacio
;
the
other
,
following
an
opposite
direction
,
was
about
to
round
the
Island
of
Corsica
.
This
sight
reassured
him
.
He
then
looked
at
the
objects
near
him
.
He
saw
that
he
was
on
the
highest
point
of
the
island
--
a
statue
on
this
vast
pedestal
of
granite
,
nothing
human
appearing
in
sight
,
while
the
blue
ocean
beat
against
the
base
of
the
island
,
and
covered
it
with
a
fringe
of
foam
.
Then
he
descended
with
cautious
and
slow
step
,
for
he
dreaded
lest
an
accident
similar
to
that
he
had
so
adroitly
feigned
should
happen
in
reality
.
Dantes
,
as
we
have
said
,
had
traced
the
marks
along
the
rocks
,
and
he
had
noticed
that
they
led
to
a
small
creek
,
which
was
hidden
like
the
bath
of
some
ancient
nymph
.
This
creek
was
sufficiently
wide
at
its
mouth
,
and
deep
in
the
centre
,
to
admit
of
the
entrance
of
a
small
vessel
of
the
lugger
class
,
which
would
be
perfectly
concealed
from
observation
.
Then
following
the
clew
that
,
in
the
hands
of
the
Abbe
Faria
,
had
been
so
skilfully
used
to
guide
him
through
the
Daedalian
labyrinth
of
probabilities
,
he
thought
that
the
Cardinal
Spada
,
anxious
not
to
be
watched
,
had
entered
the
creek
,
concealed
his
little
barque
,
followed
the
line
marked
by
the
notches
in
the
rock
,
and
at
the
end
of
it
had
buried
his
treasure
.
It
was
this
idea
that
had
brought
Dantes
back
to
the
circular
rock
.
One
thing
only
perplexed
Edmond
,
and
destroyed
his
theory
.
How
could
this
rock
,
which
weighed
several
tons
,
have
been
lifted
to
this
spot
,
without
the
aid
of
many
men
?
Suddenly
an
idea
flashed
across
his
mind
.
Instead
of
raising
it
,
thought
he
,
they
have
lowered
it
.
And
he
sprang
from
the
rock
in
order
to
inspect
the
base
on
which
it
had
formerly
stood
.
He
soon
perceived
that
a
slope
had
been
formed
,
and
the
rock
had
slid
along
this
until
it
stopped
at
the
spot
it
now
occupied
.
A
large
stone
had
served
as
a
wedge
;
flints
and
pebbles
had
been
inserted
around
it
,
so
as
to
conceal
the
orifice
;
this
species
of
masonry
had
been
covered
with
earth
,
and
grass
and
weeds
had
grown
there
,
moss
had
clung
to
the
stones
,
myrtle-bushes
had
taken
root
,
and
the
old
rock
seemed
fixed
to
the
earth
.
Dantes
dug
away
the
earth
carefully
,
and
detected
,
or
fancied
he
detected
,
the
ingenious
artifice
.
He
attacked
this
wall
,
cemented
by
the
hand
of
time
,
with
his
pickaxe
.
After
ten
minutes
'
labor
the
wall
gave
way
,
and
a
hole
large
enough
to
insert
the
arm
was
opened
.
Dantes
went
and
cut
the
strongest
olive-tree
he
could
find
,
stripped
off
its
branches
,
inserted
it
in
the
hole
,
and
used
it
as
a
lever
.
But
the
rock
was
too
heavy
,
and
too
firmly
wedged
,
to
be
moved
by
any
one
man
,
were
he
Hercules
himself
.
Dantes
saw
that
he
must
attack
the
wedge
.
But
how
?
He
cast
his
eyes
around
,
and
saw
the
horn
full
of
powder
which
his
friend
Jacopo
had
left
him
.
He
smiled
;
the
infernal
invention
would
serve
him
for
this
purpose
.
With
the
aid
of
his
pickaxe
,
Dantes
,
after
the
manner
of
a
labor-saving
pioneer
,
dug
a
mine
between
the
upper
rock
and
the
one
that
supported
it
,
filled
it
with
powder
,
then
made
a
match
by
rolling
his
handkerchief
in
saltpetre
.
He
lighted
it
and
retired
.
The
explosion
soon
followed
;
the
upper
rock
was
lifted
from
its
base
by
the
terrific
force
of
the
powder
;
the
lower
one
flew
into
pieces
;
thousands
of
insects
escaped
from
the
aperture
Dantes
had
previously
formed
,
and
a
huge
snake
,
like
the
guardian
demon
of
the
treasure
,
rolled
himself
along
in
darkening
coils
,
and
disappeared
.
