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“
Him
!
”
he
murmured
.
“
You
have
remained
faithful
to
his
memory
,
Dirk
Peters
.
”
“
Forget
him
,
sir
!
Never
!
”
“
He
is
always
there
—
before
you
?
”
“
Always
!
So
many
dangers
shared
!
That
makes
brothers
!
No
,
it
makes
a
father
and
his
son
!
Yes
!
And
I
have
seen
America
again
,
but
Pym
—
poor
Pym
—
he
is
still
beyond
there
!
”
“
Dirk
Peters
,
”
I
asked
,
“
have
you
any
idea
of
the
route
which
you
and
Arthur
Pym
followed
in
the
boat
after
your
departure
from
Tsalal
Island
?
”
“
None
,
sir
!
Poor
Pym
had
no
longer
any
instrument
—
you
know
—
sea
machines
—
for
looking
at
the
sun
.
We
could
not
know
,
except
that
for
the
eight
days
the
current
pushed
us
towards
the
south
,
and
the
wind
also
.
A
fine
breeze
and
a
fair
sea
,
and
our
shirts
for
a
sail
.
”
“
Yes
,
white
linen
shirts
,
which
frightened
your
prisoner
Nu
Nu
—
”
“
Perhaps
so
—
I
did
not
notice
.
But
if
Pym
has
said
so
,
Pym
must
be
believed
.
”
