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His
physical
energy
underwent
a
happy
reaction
,
and
at
the
same
time
regained
the
mastery
.
In
bending
over
him
in
his
rage
,
had
Negoro
slightly
loosened
the
bands
that
till
then
had
rendered
all
movement
impossible
?
It
was
probable
,
for
Dick
Sand
thought
that
his
members
had
more
play
than
before
the
arrival
of
his
executioner
.
The
young
novice
,
feeling
solaced
,
said
to
himself
that
perhaps
it
would
be
possible
to
get
his
arms
free
without
too
much
effort
.
Guarded
as
he
was
,
in
a
prison
firmly
shut
,
that
would
doubtless
be
only
a
torture
--
only
a
suffering
less
;
but
it
was
such
a
moment
in
life
when
the
smallest
good
is
invaluable
.
Certainly
,
Dick
Sand
hoped
for
nothing
.
No
human
succor
could
come
to
him
except
from
outside
,
and
whence
could
it
come
to
him
?
He
was
then
resigned
.
To
tell
the
truth
,
he
no
longer
cared
to
live
.
He
thought
of
all
those
who
had
met
death
before
him
,
and
he
only
aspired
to
join
them
.
Negoro
had
just
repeated
what
Harris
had
told
him
:
"
Mrs.
Weldon
and
little
Jack
had
succumbed
.
"
It
was
,
indeed
,
only
too
probable
that
Hercules
,
exposed
to
so
many
dangers
,
must
have
perished
also
,
and
from
a
cruel
death
.
Tom
and
his
companions
were
at
a
distance
,
forever
lost
to
him
--
Dick
Sand
ought
to
believe
it
.
To
hope
for
anything
but
the
end
of
his
troubles
,
by
a
death
that
could
not
be
more
terrible
than
his
life
,
would
be
signal
folly
.
He
then
prepared
to
die
,
above
all
throwing
himself
upon
God
,
and
asking
courage
from
Him
to
go
on
to
the
end
without
giving
way
.
But
thoughts
of
God
are
good
and
noble
thoughts
!
It
is
not
in
vain
that
one
lifts
his
soul
to
Him
who
can
do
all
,
and
,
when
Dick
Sand
had
offered
his
whole
sacrifice
,
he
found
that
,
if
one
could
penetrate
to
the
bottom
of
his
heart
,
he
might
perhaps
discover
there
a
last
ray
of
hope
--
that
glimmer
which
a
breath
from
on
high
can
change
,
in
spite
of
all
probabilities
,
into
dazzling
light
.
The
hours
passed
away
.
Night
came
.
The
rays
of
light
,
that
penetrated
through
the
thatch
of
the
barrack
,
gradually
disappeared
.
The
last
noises
of
the
"
tchitoka
,
"
which
,
during
that
day
had
been
very
silent
,
after
the
frightful
uproar
of
the
night
before
--
those
last
noises
died
out
.
Darkness
became
very
profound
in
the
interior
of
the
narrow
prison
.
Soon
all
reposed
in
the
city
of
Kazounde
.
Dick
Sand
fell
into
a
restoring
sleep
,
that
lasted
two
hours
.
After
that
he
awoke
,
still
stronger
.
He
succeeded
in
freeing
one
of
his
arms
from
their
bands
--
it
was
already
a
little
reduced
--
and
it
was
a
delight
for
him
to
be
able
to
extend
it
and
draw
it
back
at
will
.
The
night
must
be
half
over
.
The
overseer
slept
with
heavy
sleep
,
due
to
a
bottle
of
brandy
,
the
neck
of
which
was
still
held
in
his
shut
hand
.
The
savage
had
emptied
it
to
the
last
drop
.
Dick
Sand
's
first
idea
was
to
take
possession
of
his
jailer
's
weapons
,
which
might
be
of
great
use
to
him
in
case
of
escape
;
but
at
that
moment
he
thought
he
heard
a
slight
scratching
at
the
lower
part
of
the
door
of
the
barrack
.
Helping
himself
with
his
arms
,
he
succeeded
in
crawling
as
far
as
the
door-sill
without
wakening
the
overseer
.
Dick
Sand
was
not
mistaken
.
The
scratching
continued
,
and
in
a
more
distinct
manner
.
It
seemed
that
from
the
outside
some
one
was
digging
the
earth
under
the
door
.
Was
it
an
animal
?
Was
it
a
man
?
"
Hercules
!
If
it
were
Hercules
!
"
the
young
novice
said
to
himself
.
His
eyes
were
fixed
on
his
guard
;
he
was
motionless
,
and
under
the
influence
of
a
leaden
sleep
.
Dick
Sand
,
bringing
his
lips
to
the
door-sill
,
thought
he
might
risk
murmuring
Hercules
's
name
.
A
moan
,
like
a
low
and
plaintive
bark
,
replied
to
him
.
"
It
is
not
Hercules
,
"
said
Dick
to
himself
,
"
but
it
is
Dingo
.
He
has
scented
me
as
far
as
this
barrack
.
Should
he
bring
me
another
word
from
Hercules
?
But
if
Dingo
is
not
dead
,
Negoro
has
lied
,
and
perhaps
--
"
