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"
Very
strange
,
indeed
,
"
murmured
Mrs.
Weldon
;
then
,
continuing
,
"
what
is
Negoro
doing
?
"
she
asked
.
"
He
is
doing
what
Dingo
is
doing
,
"
replied
Dick
Sand
.
"
He
goes
,
he
comes
!
After
all
,
he
is
free
here
.
I
have
no
longer
the
right
to
control
him
.
His
service
ended
with
the
stranding
of
the
Pilgrim
.
'
"
In
fact
,
Negoro
surveyed
the
strand
,
turned
back
,
and
looked
at
the
shore
and
the
cliff
like
a
man
trying
to
recall
recollections
and
to
fix
them
.
Did
he
,
then
,
know
this
country
?
He
would
probably
have
refused
to
reply
to
that
question
if
it
had
been
asked
.
The
best
thing
was
still
to
have
nothing
to
do
with
that
very
unsociable
personage
.
Dick
Sand
soon
saw
him
walk
from
the
side
of
the
little
river
,
and
when
Negoro
had
disappeared
on
the
other
side
of
the
cliff
,
he
ceased
to
think
of
him
.
Dingo
had
indeed
barked
when
the
cook
had
arrived
on
the
steep
bank
,
but
became
silent
almost
immediately
.
It
was
necessary
,
now
,
to
consider
the
most
pressing
wants
.
Now
,
the
most
pressing
was
to
find
a
refuge
,
a
shelter
of
some
kind
,
where
they
could
install
themselves
for
the
time
,
and
partake
of
some
nourishment
.
Then
they
would
take
counsel
,
and
they
would
decide
what
it
would
be
convenient
to
do
.
As
to
food
,
they
had
not
to
trouble
themselves
.
Without
speaking
of
the
resources
which
the
country
must
offer
,
the
ship
's
store-room
had
emptied
itself
for
the
benefit
of
the
survivors
of
the
shipwreck
.
The
surf
had
thrown
here
and
there
among
the
rocks
,
then
uncovered
by
the
ebb-tide
,
a
great
quantity
of
objects
.
Tom
and
his
companions
had
already
picked
up
some
barrels
of
biscuit
,
boxes
of
alimentary
preserves
,
cases
of
dried
meat
.
The
water
not
having
yet
damaged
them
,
food
for
the
little
troop
was
secured
for
more
time
,
doubtless
,
than
they
would
require
to
reach
a
town
or
a
village
.
In
that
respect
there
was
nothing
to
fear
.
These
different
waifs
,
already
put
in
a
safe
place
,
could
no
longer
be
taken
back
by
a
rising
sea
.
Neither
was
sweet
water
lacking
.
First
of
all
Dick
Sand
had
taken
care
to
send
Hercules
to
the
little
river
for
a
few
pints
.
But
it
was
a
cask
which
the
vigorous
negro
brought
back
on
his
shoulder
,
after
having
filled
it
with
water
fresh
and
pure
,
which
the
ebb
of
the
tide
left
perfectly
drinkable
.
As
to
a
fire
,
if
it
were
necessary
to
light
one
,
dead
wood
was
not
lacking
in
the
neighborhood
,
and
the
roots
of
the
old
mangroves
ought
to
furnish
all
the
fuel
of
which
they
would
have
need
.
Old
Tom
,
an
ardent
smoker
,
was
provided
with
a
certain
quantity
of
German
tinder
,
well
preserved
in
a
box
hermetically
closed
,
and
when
they
wanted
it
,
he
would
only
have
to
strike
the
tinder-box
with
the
flint
of
the
strand
.
It
remained
,
then
,
to
discover
the
hole
in
which
the
little
troop
would
lie
down
,
in
case
they
must
take
one
night
's
rest
before
setting
out
.
