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"
No
,
Mrs.
Weldon
.
On
that
point
I
could
not
be
mistaken
.
The
log
has
been
thrown
every
half
hour
,
and
I
have
taken
its
indications
very
accurately
.
Wait
,
I
am
going
to
have
it
thrown
anew
,
and
you
will
see
that
we
are
sailing
at
this
moment
at
the
rate
of
ten
miles
an
hour
,
which
would
give
us
more
than
two
hundred
miles
a
day
.
"
Dick
Sand
called
Tom
,
and
gave
him
the
order
to
throw
the
log
,
an
operation
to
which
the
old
black
was
now
quite
accustomed
.
The
log
,
firmly
fastened
to
the
end
of
the
line
,
was
brought
and
sent
out
.
Twenty-five
fathoms
were
hardly
unrolled
,
when
the
rope
suddenly
slackened
between
Tom
's
hands
.
"
Ah
!
Mr.
Dick
!
"
cried
he
.
"
Well
,
Tom
?
"
"
The
rope
has
broken
!
"
"
Broken
!
"
cried
Dick
Sand
.
"
And
the
log
is
lost
!
"
Old
Tom
showed
the
end
of
the
rope
which
remained
in
his
hand
.
It
was
only
too
true
.
It
was
not
the
fastening
which
had
failed
.
The
rope
had
broken
in
the
middle
.
And
,
nevertheless
,
that
rope
was
of
the
first
quality
.
It
must
have
been
,
then
,
that
the
strands
of
the
rope
at
the
point
of
rupture
were
singularly
worn
!
They
were
,
in
fact
,
and
Dick
Sand
could
tell
that
when
he
had
the
end
of
the
rope
in
his
hands
!
But
had
they
become
so
by
use
?
was
what
the
novice
,
become
suspicious
,
asked
himself
.
