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Dirk
Peters
pointed
to
it
also
,
with
an
imperative
gesture
which
spoke
for
him
.
Still
,
the
eyes
of
all
were
fixed
upon
us
,
but
there
was
no
response
.
I
continued
to
urge
every
argument
,
and
to
quote
every
example
in
favour
of
the
safety
of
pursuing
our
voyage
,
but
the
silence
was
unbroken
and
now
the
men
stood
with
eyes
cast
down
.
And
yet
I
had
not
once
pronounced
the
name
of
Dirk
Peters
,
nor
alluded
to
Dirk
Peters
’
proposal
.
I
was
asking
myself
whether
I
had
or
had
not
succeeded
in
inspiring
my
companions
with
my
own
belief
,
when
Captain
Len
Guy
spoke
:
“
Dirk
Peters
,
”
he
said
,
“
do
you
assert
that
Arthur
Pym
and
you
after
your
departure
from
Tsalal
Island
saw
land
in
the
direction
of
the
south
?
”
“
Yes
,
land
,
”
answered
the
half
-
breed
.
“
Islands
or
continent
—
understand
me
—
and
I
believe
that
Pym
,
poor
Pym
,
is
waiting
there
until
aid
comes
to
him
.
”
“
There
,
where
perhaps
William
Guy
and
his
companions
are
also
waiting
,
”
said
I
,
to
bring
back
the
discussion
to
more
practical
points
.
Captain
Len
Guy
reflected
for
a
little
while
,
and
then
spoke
:
“
Is
it
true
,
Dirk
Peters
,
”
he
asked
,
“
that
beyond
the
eighty
-
fourth
parallel
the
horizon
is
shut
in
by
that
curtain
of
vapour
which
is
described
in
the
narrative
?
Have
you
seen
—
seen
with
your
own
eyes
—
those
cataracts
in
the
air
,
that
gulf
in
which
Arthur
Pym
’
s
boat
was
lost
?
”
The
half
-
breed
looked
from
one
to
the
other
of
us
,
and
shook
his
big
head
.
