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"
Tuan
,
do
you
see
anything
of
the
land
?
"
The
alarmed
voice
brought
Captain
Whalley
to
his
feet
at
once
.
He
!
See
!
And
at
the
question
,
the
curse
of
his
blindness
seemed
to
fall
on
him
with
a
hundredfold
force
.
"
What
's
the
time
?
"
he
cried
.
"
Half-past
three
,
Tuan
.
"
"
We
are
close
.
You
must
see
.
Look
,
I
say
.
Look
.
"
Mr.
Massy
,
awakened
by
the
sudden
sound
of
talking
from
a
short
doze
on
the
lowest
step
,
wondered
why
he
was
there
.
Ah
!
A
faintness
came
over
him
.
It
is
one
thing
to
sow
the
seed
of
an
accident
and
another
to
see
the
monstrous
fruit
hanging
over
your
head
ready
to
fall
in
the
sound
of
agitated
voices
.
"
There
's
no
danger
,
"
he
muttered
thickly
.
The
horror
of
incertitude
had
seized
upon
Captain
Whalley
,
the
miserable
mistrust
of
men
,
of
things
--
of
the
very
earth
.
He
had
steered
that
very
course
thirty-six
times
by
the
same
compass
--
if
anything
was
certain
in
this
world
it
was
its
absolute
,
unerring
correctness
.
Then
what
had
happened
?
Did
the
Serang
lie
?
Why
lie
?
Why
?
Was
he
going
blind
too
?
"
Is
there
a
mist
?
Look
low
on
the
water
.
Low
down
,
I
say
.
"
"
Tuan
,
there
's
no
mist
.
See
for
yourself
.
"
