Abandoned. Verne Jules

replied Herbert.

      And the two, taking the cart, which there was now no use for, returned to Granite House.

      Arrived at the dockyard, where the engineer and the sailor were working together Herbert recounted what had happened.

      "Oh! the stupids!" cried the sailor, "to have let at least fifty meals escape!"

      "But, Pencroft," replied Neb, "it wasn't our fault that the beast got away, as I tell you, we had turned it over on its back!"

      "Then you didn't turn it over enough!" returned the obstinate sailor.

      "Not enough!" cried Herbert.

      And he told how he had taken care to wedge up the turtle with stones.

      "It is a miracle, then!" replied Pencroft.

      "I thought, captain," said Herbert, "that turtles, once placed on their backs, could not regain their feet, especially when they are of a large size?"

      "That is true, my boy," replied Cyrus Harding.

      "Then how did it manage?"

      "At what distance from the sea did you leave this turtle?" asked the engineer, who, having suspended his work, was reflecting on this incident.

      "Fifteen feet at the most," replied Herbert.

      "And the tide was low at the time?"

      "Yes, captain."

      "Well," replied the engineer, "what the turtle could not do on the sand it might have been able to do in the water. It turned over when the tide overtook it, and then quietly returned to the deep sea."

      "Oh! what stupids we were!" cried Neb.

      "That is precisely what I had the honour of telling you before!" returned the sailor.

      Cyrus Harding had given this explanation, which, no doubt, was admissible. But was he himself convinced of the accuracy of this explanation? It cannot be said that he was.

      CHAPTER II

      First Trial of the Canoe – A Wreck on the Coast – Towing – Flotsam Point – Inventory of the Case: Tools, Weapons, Instruments, Clothes, Books, Utensils – What Pencroft misses – The Gospel – A Verse from the Sacred Book.

      On the 9th of October the bark canoe was entirely finished. Pencroft had kept his promise, and a light boat, the shell of which was joined together by the flexible twigs of the crejimba, had been constructed in five days. A seat in the stern, a second seat in the middle to preserve the equilibrium, a third seat in the bows, rowlocks for the two oars, a scull to steer with, completed the little craft, which was twelve feet long, and did not weigh more than 200 pounds.

      The operation of launching it was extremely simple. The canoe was carried to the beach and laid on the sand before Granite House, and the rising tide floated it. Pencroft, who leapt in directly, manœuvred it with the scull and declared it to be just the thing for the purpose to which they wished to put it.

      "Hurrah!" cried the sailor, who did not disdain to celebrate thus his own triumph. "With this we could go round – "

      "The world?" asked Gideon Spilett.

      "No, the island. Some stones for ballast, a mast, and a sail, which the captain will make for us some day, and we shall go splendidly! Well, captain – and you, Mr. Spilett; and you, Herbert; and you, Neb – aren't you coming to try our new vessel? Come along! we must see if it will carry all five of us!"

      This was certainly a trial which ought to be made. Pencroft soon brought the canoe to the shore by a narrow passage among the rocks, and it was agreed that they should make a trial of the boat that day by following the shore as far as the first point at which the rocks of the south ended.

      As they embarked, Neb cried, —

      "But your boat leaks rather, Pencroft."

      "That's nothing, Neb," replied the sailor; "the wood will get seasoned. In two days there won't be a single leak, and our boat will have no more water in her than there is in the stomach of a drunkard. Jump in!"

      They were soon all seated, and Pencroft shoved off. The weather was magnificent, the sea as calm as if its waters were contained within the narrow limits of a lake. Thus the boat could proceed with as much security as if it was ascending the tranquil current of the Mercy.

      Neb took one of the oars, Herbert the other, and Pencroft remained in the stern in order to use the skull.

      The sailor first crossed the channel, and steered close to the southern point of the islet. A light breeze blew from the south. No roughness was found either in the channel or the green sea. A long swell, which the canoe scarcely felt, as it was heavily laden, rolled regularly over the surface of the water. They pulled out about half a mile distant from the shore, that they might have a good view of Mount Franklin.

      Pencroft afterwards returned towards the mouth of the river. The boat then skirted the shore, which, extending to the extreme point, hid all Tadorn's Fens.

      This point, of which the distance was increased by the irregularity of the coast, was nearly three miles from the Mercy. The settlers resolved to go to its extremity, and only go beyond it as much as was necessary to take a rapid survey of the coast as far as Claw Cape.

      The canoe followed the windings of the shore, avoiding the rocks which fringed it, and which the rising tide began to cover. The cliff gradually sloped away from the mouth of the river to the point. This was formed of granite rocks, capriciously distributed, very different from the cliff at Prospect Heights, and of an extremely wild aspect. It might have been said that an immense cartload of rocks had been emptied out there. There was no vegetation on this sharp promontory, which projected two miles from the forest, and it thus represented a giant's arm stretched out from a leafy sleeve.

      The canoe, impelled by the two oars, advanced without difficulty. Gideon Spilett, pencil in one hand and note-book in the other, sketched the coast in bold strokes. Neb, Herbert, and Pencroft chatted, whilst examining this part of their domain, which was new to them, and, in proportion as the canoe proceeded towards the south, the two Mandible Capes appeared to move, and surround Union Bay more closely.

      As to Cyrus Harding, he did not speak; he simply gazed, and by the mistrust which his look expressed, it appeared that he was examining some strange country.

      In the meanwhile, after a voyage of three quarters of an hour, the canoe reached the extremity of the point, and Pencroft was preparing to return, when Herbert, rising, pointed to a black object, saying, —

      "What do I see down there on the beach?"

      All eyes turned towards the point indicated.

      "Why," said the reporter, "there is something. It looks like part of a wreck half buried in the sand."

      "Ah!" cried Pencroft, "I see what it is!"

      "What?" asked Neb.

      "Barrels, barrels, which perhaps are full," replied the sailor.

      "Pull to the shore, Pencroft!" said Cyrus.

      A few strokes of the oar brought the canoe into a little creek, and its passengers leapt on shore.

      Pencroft was not mistaken. Two barrels were there, half buried in the sand, but still firmly attached to a large chest, which, sustained by them, had floated to the moment when it stranded on the beach.

      "There has been a wreck, then, in some part of the island," said Herbert.

      "Evidently," replied Spilett.

      "But what's in this chest?" cried Pencroft, with very natural impatience. "What's in this chest? It is shut up, and nothing to open it with! Well, perhaps a stone – "

      And the sailor, raising a heavy block, was about to break in one of the sides of the chest, when the engineer arrested his hand.

      "Pencroft," said he, "can you restrain your impatience for one hour only?"

      "But, captain, just think! Perhaps there is everything we want in there!"

      "We shall find that out, Pencroft," replied the engineer; "but trust to me, and do not break the