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"
Forward
!
Forward
!
"
"
But
,
wait
now
!
"
said
Cousin
Benedict
again
.
"
I
thought
those
ant-hills
only
existed
in
Africa
.
"
"
Forward
!
"
exclaimed
Dick
Sand
,
for
the
last
time
,
with
a
sort
of
violence
.
He
was
so
much
afraid
that
Mrs.
Weldon
might
hear
the
last
word
pronounced
by
the
entomologist
.
They
followed
Dick
Sand
with
all
haste
.
A
furious
wind
had
sprung
up
.
Large
drops
crackled
on
the
ground
.
In
a
few
moments
the
squalls
of
wind
would
become
unbearable
.
Soon
one
of
those
cones
which
stood
on
the
plain
was
reached
.
No
matter
how
threatening
the
termites
might
be
,
the
human
beings
must
not
hesitate
If
they
could
not
drive
the
insects
away
,
they
must
share
their
abode
.
At
the
bottom
of
this
cone
,
made
with
a
kind
of
reddish
clay
,
there
was
a
very
narrow
hole
.
Hercules
enlarged
it
with
his
cutlass
in
a
few
moments
,
so
as
to
give
a
passage
even
to
a
man
like
himself
.
To
Cousin
Benedict
's
extreme
surprise
,
not
one
of
the
thousands
of
termites
that
ought
to
occupy
the
ant-hill
showed
itself
.
Was
,
then
,
the
cone
abandoned
?
The
hole
enlarged
,
Dick
and
his
companions
glided
into
it
.
Hercules
disappeared
the
last
,
just
as
the
rain
fell
with
such
rage
that
it
seemed
to
extinguish
the
lightnings
.
But
those
wind
squalls
were
no
longer
to
be
feared
.
A
happy
chance
had
furnished
this
little
troop
with
a
solid
shelter
,
better
than
a
tent
,
better
than
a
native
's
hut
.
It
was
one
of
those
termite
cones
that
,
according
to
Lieutenant
Cameron
's
comparison
,
are
more
astonishing
than
the
pyramids
of
Egypt
,
raised
by
the
hands
of
men
,
because
they
have
been
built
by
such
small
insects
.
