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Thus
the
lad
reasoned
.
Thus
he
spoke
.
His
companions
let
him
talk
.
The
reporter
alone
approved
with
a
gesture
.
But
what
Pencroft
thought
most
probable
was
,
that
Neb
had
pushed
his
researches
on
the
shore
farther
than
the
day
before
,
and
that
he
had
not
as
yet
had
time
to
return
.
Herbert
,
however
,
agitated
by
vague
presentiments
,
several
times
manifested
an
intention
to
go
to
meet
Neb.
.
But
Pencroft
assured
him
that
that
would
be
a
useless
course
,
that
in
the
darkness
and
deplorable
weather
he
could
not
find
any
traces
of
Neb
,
and
that
it
would
be
much
better
to
wait
.
If
Neb
had
not
made
his
appearance
by
the
next
day
,
Pencroft
would
not
hesitate
to
join
him
in
his
search
.
Gideon
Spilett
approved
of
the
sailor
's
opinion
that
it
was
best
not
to
divide
,
and
Herbert
was
obliged
to
give
up
his
project
;
but
two
large
tears
fell
from
his
eyes
.
The
reporter
could
not
refrain
from
embracing
the
generous
boy
.
Bad
weather
now
set
in
.
A
furious
gale
from
the
southeast
passed
over
the
coast
.
The
sea
roared
as
it
beat
over
the
reef
.
Heavy
rain
was
dashed
by
the
storm
into
particles
like
dust
.
Ragged
masses
of
vapor
drove
along
the
beach
,
on
which
the
tormented
shingles
sounded
as
if
poured
out
in
cart
-
loads
,
while
the
sand
raised
by
the
wind
added
as
it
were
mineral
dust
to
that
which
was
liquid
,
and
rendered
the
united
attack
insupportable
.
Between
the
river
's
mouth
and
the
end
of
the
cliff
,
eddies
of
wind
whirled
and
gusts
from
this
maelstrom
lashed
the
water
which
ran
through
the
narrow
valley
.
The
smoke
from
the
fireplace
was
also
driven
back
through
the
opening
,
filling
the
passages
and
rendering
them
uninhabitable
.
Therefore
,
as
the
grouse
were
cooked
,
Pencroft
let
the
fire
die
away
,
and
only
preserved
a
few
embers
buried
under
the
ashes
.
At
eight
o'clock
Neb
had
not
appeared
,
but
there
was
no
doubt
that
the
frightful
weather
alone
hindered
his
return
,
and
that
he
must
have
taken
refuge
in
some
cave
,
to
await
the
end
of
the
storm
or
at
least
the
return
of
day
.
As
to
going
to
meet
him
,
or
attempting
to
find
him
,
it
was
impossible
.
The
game
constituted
the
only
dish
at
supper
;
the
meat
was
excellent
,
and
Pencroft
and
Herbert
,
whose
long
excursion
had
rendered
them
very
hungry
,
devoured
it
with
infinite
satisfaction
.
Their
meal
concluded
,
each
retired
to
the
corner
in
which
he
had
rested
the
preceding
night
,
and
Herbert
was
not
long
in
going
to
sleep
near
the
sailor
,
who
had
stretched
himself
beside
the
fireplace
.
