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"
And
it
is
?
"
"
Captain
Nicholl
!
"
"
Nicholl
?
"
cried
Michel
Ardan
,
feeling
a
terrible
pang
of
grief
.
"
Nicholl
unarmed
!
He
has
,
then
,
no
longer
any
fear
of
his
adversary
!
"
"
Let
us
go
to
him
,
"
said
Michel
Ardan
,
"
and
find
out
the
truth
.
"
But
he
and
his
companion
had
barely
taken
fifty
steps
,
when
they
paused
to
examine
the
captain
more
attentively
.
They
expected
to
find
a
bloodthirsty
man
,
happy
in
his
revenge
.
On
seeing
him
,
they
remained
stupefied
.
A
net
,
composed
of
very
fine
meshes
,
hung
between
two
enormous
tulip-trees
,
and
in
the
midst
of
this
snare
,
with
its
wings
entangled
,
was
a
poor
little
bird
,
uttering
pitiful
cries
,
while
it
vainly
struggled
to
escape
.
The
bird-catcher
who
had
laid
this
snare
was
no
human
being
,
but
a
venomous
spider
,
peculiar
to
that
country
,
as
large
as
a
pigeon
's
egg
,
and
armed
with
enormous
claws
.
The
hideous
creature
,
instead
of
rushing
on
its
prey
,
had
beaten
a
sudden
retreat
and
taken
refuge
in
the
upper
branches
of
the
tulip-tree
,
for
a
formidable
enemy
menaced
its
stronghold
.
Here
,
then
,
was
Nicholl
,
his
gun
on
the
ground
,
forgetful
of
danger
,
trying
if
possible
to
save
the
victim
from
its
cobweb
prison
.
At
last
it
was
accomplished
,
and
the
little
bird
flew
joyfully
away
and
disappeared
.
