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Negoro
rose
as
soon
as
the
black
's
hand
no
longer
weighed
upon
him
.
But
,
in
passing
Hercules
:
"
Accursed
negro
,
"
murmured
he
,
"
I
'll
pay
you
back
!
"
Meanwhile
,
the
wind
had
just
changed
;
at
least
,
it
seemed
to
have
veered
round
forty-five
degrees
.
And
,
notwithstanding
,
a
singular
thing
,
which
struck
the
novice
,
nothing
in
the
condition
of
the
sea
indicated
that
change
.
The
ship
headed
the
same
way
all
the
time
,
but
the
wind
and
the
waves
,
instead
of
taking
her
directly
aft
,
now
struck
her
by
the
larboard
quarter
--
a
very
dangerous
situation
,
which
exposes
a
ship
to
receive
bad
surges
.
So
Dick
Sand
was
obliged
to
veer
round
four
points
to
continue
to
scud
before
the
tempest
.
But
,
on
the
other
hand
,
his
attention
was
awakened
more
than
ever
.
He
asked
himself
if
there
was
not
some
connection
between
Negoro
's
fall
and
the
breaking
of
the
first
compass
.
What
did
the
head
cook
intend
to
do
there
?
Had
he
some
interest
in
putting
the
second
compass
out
of
service
also
?
What
could
that
interest
be
?
There
was
no
explanation
of
that
.
Must
not
Negoro
desire
,
as
they
all
desired
,
to
land
on
the
American
coast
as
soon
as
possible
?
When
Dick
Sand
spoke
of
this
incident
to
Mrs.
Weldon
,
the
latter
,
though
she
shared
his
distrust
in
a
certain
measure
,
could
find
no
plausible
motive
for
what
would
be
criminal
premeditation
on
the
part
of
the
head
cook
.
However
,
as
a
matter
of
prudence
,
Negoro
was
well
watched
.
Thereafter
he
attended
to
the
novice
's
orders
and
he
did
not
risk
coming
aft
in
the
ship
,
where
his
duties
never
called
him
.
Besides
,
Dingo
having
been
installed
there
permanently
,
the
cook
took
earn
to
keep
away
.
During
all
that
week
the
tempest
did
not
abate
.
The
barometer
fell
again
.
From
the
14th
to
the
26th
of
March
it
was
impossible
to
profit
by
a
single
calm
to
set
a
few
sails
.
The
"
Pilgrim
"
scudded
to
the
northeast
with
a
speed
which
could
not
be
less
than
two
hundred
miles
in
twenty-four
hours
,
and
still
the
land
did
not
appear
!
--
that
land
,
America
,
which
is
thrown
like
an
immense
barrier
between
the
Atlantic
and
the
Pacific
,
over
an
extent
of
more
than
a
hundred
and
twenty
degrees
!
