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“
Some
one
calls
him
a
soul
concealed
in
an
animal
,
”
I
suggested
.
“
Winwood
Reade
is
good
upon
the
subject
,
”
said
Holmes
.
“
He
remarks
that
,
while
the
individual
man
is
an
insoluble
puzzle
,
in
the
aggregate
he
becomes
a
mathematical
certainty
.
You
can
,
for
example
,
never
foretell
what
any
one
man
will
do
,
but
you
can
say
with
precision
what
an
average
number
will
be
up
to
.
Individuals
vary
,
but
percentages
remain
constant
.
So
says
the
statistician
.
But
do
I
see
a
handkerchief
?
Surely
there
is
a
white
flutter
over
yonder
.
”
“
Yes
,
it
is
your
boy
,
”
I
cried
.
“
I
can
see
him
plainly
.
”
“
And
there
is
the
Aurora
,
”
exclaimed
Holmes
,
“
and
going
like
the
devil
!
Full
speed
ahead
,
engineer
.
Make
after
that
launch
with
the
yellow
light
.
By
heaven
,
I
shall
never
forgive
myself
if
she
proves
to
have
the
heels
of
us
!
”
She
had
slipped
unseen
through
the
yard
-
entrance
and
passed
behind
two
or
three
small
craft
,
so
that
she
had
fairly
got
her
speed
up
before
we
saw
her
.
Now
she
was
flying
down
the
stream
,
near
in
to
the
shore
,
going
at
a
tremendous
rate
.
Jones
looked
gravely
at
her
and
shook
his
head
.
“
She
is
very
fast
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
doubt
if
we
shall
catch
her
.
”
“
We
must
catch
her
!
”
cried
Holmes
,
between
his
teeth
.
“
Heap
it
on
,
stokers
!
Make
her
do
all
she
can
!
If
we
burn
the
boat
we
must
have
them
!
”
We
were
fairly
after
her
now
.
The
furnaces
roared
,
and
the
powerful
engines
whizzed
and
clanked
,
like
a
great
metallic
heart
.
Her
sharp
,
steep
prow
cut
through
the
river
-
water
and
sent
two
rolling
waves
to
right
and
to
left
of
us
.
With
every
throb
of
the
engines
we
sprang
and
quivered
like
a
living
thing
.
One
great
yellow
lantern
in
our
bows
threw
a
long
,
flickering
funnel
of
light
in
front
of
us
.
Right
ahead
a
dark
blur
upon
the
water
showed
where
the
Aurora
lay
,
and
the
swirl
of
white
foam
behind
her
spoke
of
the
pace
at
which
she
was
going
.
We
flashed
past
barges
,
steamers
,
merchant
-
vessels
,
in
and
out
,
behind
this
one
and
round
the
other
.
Voices
hailed
us
out
of
the
darkness
,
but
still
the
Aurora
thundered
on
,
and
still
we
followed
close
upon
her
track
.
“
Pile
it
on
,
men
,
pile
it
on
!
”
cried
Holmes
,
looking
down
into
the
engine
-
room
,
while
the
fierce
glow
from
below
beat
upon
his
eager
,
aquiline
face
.
“
Get
every
pound
of
steam
you
can
.
”
