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"
No
!
"
"
Not
one
?
"
"
Not
one
!
that
hunter
did
not
look
as
if
he
knew
how
to
hunt
!
"
"
What
is
to
be
done
?
"
said
Maston
.
"
We
must
go
into
the
wood
,
at
the
risk
of
getting
a
ball
which
is
not
intended
for
us
.
"
"
Ah
!
"
cried
Maston
,
in
a
tone
which
could
not
be
mistaken
,
"
I
would
rather
have
twenty
balls
in
my
own
head
than
one
in
Barbicane
's
.
"
"
Forward
,
then
,
"
said
Ardan
,
pressing
his
companion
's
hand
.
A
few
moments
later
the
two
friends
had
disappeared
in
the
copse
.
It
was
a
dense
thicket
,
in
which
rose
huge
cypresses
,
sycamores
,
tulip-trees
,
olives
,
tamarinds
,
oaks
,
and
magnolias
.
These
different
trees
had
interwoven
their
branches
into
an
inextricable
maze
,
through
which
the
eye
could
not
penetrate
.
Michel
Ardan
and
Maston
walked
side
by
side
in
silence
through
the
tall
grass
,
cutting
themselves
a
path
through
the
strong
creepers
,
casting
curious
glances
on
the
bushes
,
and
momentarily
expecting
to
hear
the
sound
of
rifles
.
As
for
the
traces
which
Barbicane
ought
to
have
left
of
his
passage
through
the
wood
,
there
was
not
a
vestige
of
them
visible
:
so
they
followed
the
barely
perceptible
paths
along
which
Indians
had
tracked
some
enemy
,
and
which
the
dense
foliage
darkly
overshadowed
.
After
an
hour
spent
in
vain
pursuit
the
two
stopped
in
intensified
anxiety
.
