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It
was
agreed
that
during
that
night
,
which
would
be
very
dark
,
each
of
the
blacks
would
watch
turn
about
at
the
entrance
to
the
grotto
.
They
could
,
besides
,
count
upon
Dingo
to
keep
a
careful
watch
.
They
then
perceived
that
Cousin
Benedict
had
not
returned
.
Hercules
called
him
with
all
the
strength
of
his
powerful
lungs
,
and
almost
immediately
they
saw
the
entomologist
coming
down
the
slopes
of
the
cliff
,
at
the
risk
of
breaking
his
neck
.
Cousin
Benedict
was
literally
furious
.
He
had
not
found
a
single
new
insect
in
the
forest
--
no
,
not
one
--
which
was
fit
to
figure
in
his
collection
.
Scorpions
,
scolopendras
,
and
other
myriapodes
,
as
many
as
he
could
wish
,
and
even
more
,
were
discovered
.
And
we
know
that
Cousin
Benedict
did
not
interest
himself
in
myriapodes
.
"
It
was
not
worth
the
trouble
,
"
added
he
,
"
to
travel
five
or
six
thousand
miles
,
to
have
braved
the
tempest
,
to
be
wrecked
on
the
coast
,
and
not
meet
one
of
those
American
hexapodes
,
which
do
honor
to
an
entomological
museum
!
No
;
the
game
was
not
worth
the
candle
!
"
As
a
conclusion
,
Cousin
Benedict
asked
to
go
away
.
He
did
not
wish
to
remain
another
hour
on
that
detested
shore
.
Mrs.
Weldon
calmed
her
large
child
.
They
made
him
hope
that
he
would
be
more
fortunate
the
next
day
,
and
all
went
to
lie
down
in
the
grotto
,
to
sleep
there
till
sunrise
,
when
Tom
observed
that
Negoro
had
not
yet
returned
,
though
night
had
arrived
.
"
Where
can
he
be
?
"
asked
Mrs.
Weldon
.
"
What
matter
!
"
said
Bat
.
"
On
the
contrary
,
it
does
matter
,
"
replied
Mrs.
Weldon
.
"
I
should
prefer
having
that
man
still
near
us
.
"
