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"
If
the
dog
is
found
,
the
master
will
be
found
also
!
"
said
the
reporter
.
"
God
grant
it
!
"
responded
Herbert
.
"
Let
us
set
off
!
Top
will
guide
us
!
"
Pencroft
did
not
make
any
objection
.
He
felt
that
Top
's
arrival
contradicted
his
conjectures
.
"
Come
along
then
!
"
said
he
.
Pencroft
carefully
covered
the
embers
on
the
hearth
.
He
placed
a
few
pieces
of
wood
among
them
,
so
as
to
keep
in
the
fire
until
their
return
.
Then
,
preceded
by
the
dog
,
who
seemed
to
invite
them
by
short
barks
to
come
with
him
,
and
followed
by
the
reporter
and
the
boy
,
he
dashed
out
,
after
having
put
up
in
his
handkerchief
the
remains
of
the
supper
.
The
storm
was
then
in
all
its
violence
,
and
perhaps
at
its
height
.
Not
a
single
ray
of
light
from
the
moon
pierced
through
the
clouds
.
To
follow
a
straight
course
was
difficult
.
It
was
best
to
rely
on
Top
's
instinct
.
They
did
so
.
The
reporter
and
Herbert
walked
behind
the
dog
,
and
the
sailor
brought
up
the
rear
.
It
was
impossible
to
exchange
a
word
.
The
rain
was
not
very
heavy
,
but
the
wind
was
terrific
.
However
,
one
circumstance
favored
the
seaman
and
his
two
companions
.
The
wind
being
southeast
,
consequently
blew
on
their
backs
.
The
clouds
of
sand
,
which
otherwise
would
have
been
insupportable
,
from
being
received
behind
,
did
not
in
consequence
impede
their
progress
.
In
short
,
they
sometimes
went
faster
than
they
liked
,
and
had
some
difficulty
in
keeping
their
feet
;
but
hope
gave
them
strength
,
for
it
was
not
at
random
that
they
made
their
way
along
the
shore
.
They
had
no
doubt
that
Neb
had
found
his
master
,
and
that
he
had
sent
them
the
faithful
dog
.
But
was
the
engineer
living
,
or
had
Neb
only
sent
for
his
companions
that
they
might
render
the
last
duties
to
the
corpse
of
the
unfortunate
Harding
?
After
having
passed
the
precipice
,
Herbert
,
the
reporter
,
and
Pencroft
prudently
stepped
aside
to
stop
and
take
breath
.
The
turn
of
the
rocks
sheltered
them
from
the
wind
,
and
they
could
breathe
after
this
walk
or
rather
run
of
a
quarter
of
an
hour
.
They
could
now
hear
and
reply
to
each
other
,
and
the
lad
having
pronounced
the
name
of
Cyrus
Harding
,
Top
gave
a
few
short
barks
,
as
much
as
to
say
that
his
master
was
saved
.
"
Saved
,
is
n't
he
?
"
repeated
Herbert
;
"
saved
,
Top
?
"
And
the
dog
barked
in
reply
.
