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"
Still
another
minute
!
"
said
Pencroft
.
"
What
's
the
matter
?
"
asked
the
reporter
.
"
Though
hunting
is
forbidden
,
fishing
is
allowed
,
I
suppose
,
"
said
the
sailor
.
"
We
have
no
time
to
lose
,
"
replied
the
engineer
.
"
Oh
!
five
minutes
!
"
replied
Pencroft
,
"
I
only
ask
for
five
minutes
to
use
in
the
interest
of
our
breakfast
!
"
And
Pencroft
,
lying
down
on
the
bank
,
plunged
his
arm
into
the
water
,
and
soon
pulled
up
several
dozen
of
fine
crayfish
from
among
the
stones
.
"
These
will
be
good
!
"
cried
Neb
,
going
to
the
sailor
's
aid
.
"
As
I
said
,
there
is
everything
in
this
island
,
except
tobacco
!
"
muttered
Pencroft
with
a
sigh
.
The
fishing
did
not
take
five
minutes
,
for
the
crayfish
were
swarming
in
the
creek
.
A
bag
was
filled
with
the
crustaceae
,
whose
shells
were
of
a
cobalt
blue
.
The
settlers
then
pushed
on
.
They
advanced
more
rapidly
and
easily
along
the
bank
of
the
river
than
in
the
forest
.
From
time
to
time
they
came
upon
the
traces
of
animals
of
a
large
size
who
had
come
to
quench
their
thirst
at
the
stream
,
but
none
were
actually
seen
,
and
it
was
evidently
not
in
this
part
of
the
forest
that
the
peccary
had
received
the
bullet
which
had
cost
Pencroft
a
grinder
.
