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“
I
don
’
t
know
,
”
he
said
.
“
What
are
you
asking
me
about
,
captain
?
A
curtain
of
vapour
?
Yes
,
perhaps
,
and
also
appearances
of
land
towards
the
south
.
”
Evidently
Dirk
Peters
had
never
read
Edgar
Poe
’
s
book
,
and
very
likely
did
not
know
how
to
read
.
After
having
handed
over
Pym
’
s
journal
,
he
had
not
troubled
himself
about
its
publication
.
Having
retired
to
Illinois
at
first
and
to
the
Falklands
afterwards
,
he
had
no
notion
of
the
stir
that
the
work
had
made
,
or
of
the
fantastic
and
baseless
climax
to
which
our
great
poet
had
brought
those
strange
adventures
.
And
,
besides
,
might
not
Arthur
Pym
himself
,
with
his
tendency
to
the
supernatural
,
have
fancied
that
he
saw
these
wondrous
things
,
due
solely
to
his
imaginative
brain
?
Then
,
for
the
first
time
in
the
course
of
this
discussion
,
West
’
s
voice
made
itself
heard
.
I
had
no
idea
which
side
he
would
take
.
The
first
words
he
uttered
were
:
“
Captain
,
your
orders
?
”
Captain
Len
Guy
turned
towards
his
crew
,
who
surrounded
him
,
both
the
old
and
the
new
.
Hearne
remained
in
the
background
,
ready
to
intervene
if
he
should
think
it
necessary
.
The
captain
questioned
the
boatswain
and
his
comrades
,
whose
devotion
was
unreservedly
his
,
by
a
long
and
anxious
look
,
and
I
heard
him
mutter
between
his
teeth
,
—
“
Ah
!
if
it
depended
only
on
me
!
if
I
were
sure
of
the
assent
and
the
help
of
them
all
!
”
Then
Hearne
spoke
roughly
:
