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“
Understand
me
,
Mr
.
Jeorling
,
I
am
a
bad
hand
at
explaining
.
Yes
,
yesterday
—
I
have
thought
of
nothing
else
since
—
Martin
Holt
took
me
aside
,
far
from
the
others
,
and
told
me
that
he
wished
to
speak
to
me
—
”
“
Of
the
Grampus
?
”
“
Of
the
Grampus
—
yes
,
and
of
his
brother
,
Ned
Holt
.
For
the
first
time
he
uttered
that
name
before
me
—
and
yet
we
have
sailed
together
for
nearly
three
months
.
”
The
half
-
breed
’
s
voice
was
so
changed
that
I
could
hardly
hear
him
.
“
It
seemed
to
me
,
”
he
resumed
,
“
that
in
Martin
Holt
’
s
mind
—
no
,
I
was
not
mistaken
—
there
was
something
like
a
suspicion
.
”
“
But
tell
me
what
he
said
!
Tell
me
exactly
what
he
asked
you
.
What
is
it
?
”
I
felt
sure
that
the
question
put
by
Martin
Holt
,
whatsoever
its
bearing
,
had
been
inspired
by
Hearne
.
Nevertheless
,
as
I
considered
it
well
that
the
half
-
breed
should
know
nothing
of
the
sealing
-
master
’
s
disquieting
and
inexplicable
intervention
in
this
tragic
affair
,
I
decided
upon
concealing
it
from
him
.
“
He
asked
me
,
”
replied
Dirk
Peters
,
“
did
I
not
remember
Ned
Holt
of
the
Grampus
,
and
whether
he
had
perished
in
the
fight
with
the
mutineers
or
in
the
shipwreck
;
whether
he
was
one
of
the
men
who
had
been
abandoned
with
Captain
Barnard
;
in
short
,
he
asked
me
if
I
could
tell
him
how
his
brother
died
.
Ah
!
how
!
”
No
idea
could
be
conveyed
of
the
horror
with
which
the
half
-
breed
uttered
words
which
revealed
a
profound
loathing
of
himself
.
