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Hercules
,
laughing
.
"
Indeed
!
"
replied
Cousin
Benedict
,
whom
this
answer
sensibly
shocked
.
"
You
think
yourself
so
strong
that
you
would
be
dangerous
to
these
courageous
insects
?
A
few
thousand
of
these
newroptera
would
quickly
reduce
you
to
a
skeleton
if
they
found
you
dead
on
the
road
.
"
"
Dead
,
certainly
,
"
replied
Hercules
,
who
would
not
give
up
;
"
but
,
living
,
I
could
crush
masses
of
them
.
"
"
You
might
crush
a
hundred
thousand
,
five
hundred
thousand
,
a
million
,
"
replied
Cousin
Benedict
,
with
animation
,
"
but
not
a
thousand
millions
;
and
a
thousand
millions
would
devour
you
,
living
or
dead
,
to
the
last
morsel
.
"
During
this
discussion
,
which
was
less
trifling
than
might
be
supposed
,
Dick
Sand
reflected
on
the
observations
made
by
Cousin
Benedict
.
There
was
no
doubt
that
the
savant
knew
too
much
about
the
habits
of
the
termites
to
be
mistaken
.
If
he
declared
that
a
secret
instinct
warned
them
to
leave
the
ant-hill
recently
,
it
was
because
there
was
truly
peril
in
remaining
in
it
.
Meanwhile
,
as
it
was
impossible
to
abandon
this
shelter
at
a
moment
when
the
storm
was
raging
with
unparalleled
intensity
,
Dick
Sand
looked
no
farther
for
an
explanation
of
what
seemed
to
be
inexplicable
,
and
he
contented
himself
with
saying
:
"
Well
,
Mr.
Benedict
,
if
the
termites
have
left
their
provisions
in
this
ant-hill
,
we
must
not
forget
that
we
have
brought
ours
,
and
let
us
have
supper
.
To-morrow
,
when
the
storm
will
be
over
,
we
will
consult
together
on
our
future
plans
.
"
They
then
occupied
themselves
in
preparing
the
evening
meal
,
for
,
great
as
their
fatigue
was
,
it
had
not
affected
the
appetite
of
these
vigorous
walkers
.
On
the
contrary
,
the
food
,
which
had
to
last
for
two
more
days
,
was
very
welcome
.
The
damp
had
not
reached
the
biscuits
,
and
for
several
minutes
it
could
be
heard
cracking
under
the
solid
teeth
of
Dick
Sand
and
his
companions
.
Between
Hercules
's
jaws
it
was
like
grain
under
the
miller
's
grindstone
.
It
did
not
crackle
,
it
powdered
.
Mrs.
Weldon
alone
scarcely
eat
,
and
even
Dick
Sand
's
entreaties
were
vain
.
It
seemed
to
him
that
this
brave
woman
was
more
preoccupied
,
more
sad
than
she
had
been
hitherto
.
