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"
Yes
,
my
Lord
;
we
should
try
in
vain
!
We
should
be
taken
,
delivered
up
to
the
mercy
of
those
wretches
,
and
Ben
Joyce
has
shown
us
that
he
does
not
stop
at
a
crime
!
Our
lives
would
be
worth
little
.
We
would
fight
to
the
death
,
of
course
,
but
after
that
!
Think
of
Lady
Glenarvan
;
think
of
Mary
Grant
!
"
"
Poor
girls
!
"
murmured
Glenarvan
.
"
John
,
my
heart
is
broken
;
and
sometimes
despair
nearly
masters
me
.
I
feel
as
if
fresh
misfortunes
awaited
us
,
and
that
Heaven
itself
is
against
us
.
It
terrifies
me
!
"
"
You
,
my
Lord
?
"
"
Not
for
myself
,
John
,
but
for
those
I
love
--
whom
you
love
,
also
.
"
"
Keep
up
your
heart
,
my
Lord
,
"
said
the
young
captain
.
"
We
must
not
look
out
for
troubles
.
The
Macquarie
sails
badly
,
but
she
makes
some
way
nevertheless
.
Will
Halley
is
a
brute
,
but
I
am
keeping
my
eyes
open
,
and
if
the
coast
looks
dangerous
,
I
will
put
the
ship
's
head
to
sea
again
.
So
that
,
on
that
score
,
there
is
little
or
no
danger
.
But
as
to
getting
alongside
the
Duncan
!
God
forbid
!
And
if
your
Lordship
is
bent
on
looking
out
for
her
,
let
it
be
in
order
to
give
her
a
wide
berth
.
"
John
Mangles
was
right
.
An
encounter
with
the
Duncan
would
have
been
fatal
to
the
Macquarie
.
There
was
every
reason
to
fear
such
an
engagement
in
these
narrow
seas
,
in
which
pirates
could
ply
their
trade
without
risk
.
However
,
for
that
day
at
least
,
the
yacht
did
not
appear
,
and
the
sixth
night
from
their
departure
from
Twofold
Bay
came
,
without
the
fears
of
John
Mangles
being
realized
.
But
that
night
was
to
be
a
night
of
terrors
.
Darkness
came
on
almost
suddenly
at
seven
o'clock
in
the
evening
;
V.
IV
Verne
[
illustration
omitted
]
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page
intentionally
blank
]
the
sky
was
very
threatening
.
The
sailor
instinct
rose
above
the
stupefaction
of
the
drunkard
and
roused
Will
Halley
.
He
left
his
cabin
,
rubbed
his
eyes
,
and
shook
his
great
red
head
.
Then
he
drew
a
great
deep
breath
of
air
,
as
other
people
swallow
a
draught
of
water
to
revive
themselves
.
He
examined
the
masts
.
The
wind
freshened
,
and
veering
a
point
more
to
the
westward
,
blew
right
for
the
New
Zealand
coast
.
Will
Halley
,
with
many
an
oath
,
called
his
men
,
tightened
his
topmast
cordage
,
and
made
all
snug
for
the
night
.
