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"
Why
?
"
said
Gaetano
with
a
smile
.
"
Yes
,
why
?
"
"
Because
,
in
the
first
place
,
they
transfer
from
the
vessel
to
their
own
boat
whatever
they
think
worth
taking
,
then
they
bind
the
crew
hand
and
foot
,
they
attach
to
every
one
's
neck
a
four
and
twenty
pound
ball
,
a
large
hole
is
chopped
in
the
vessel
's
bottom
,
and
then
they
leave
her
.
At
the
end
of
ten
minutes
the
vessel
begins
to
roll
heavily
and
settle
down
.
First
one
gun
'
l
goes
under
,
then
the
other
.
Then
they
lift
and
sink
again
,
and
both
go
under
at
once
.
All
at
once
there
's
a
noise
like
a
cannon
--
that
's
the
air
blowing
up
the
deck
.
Soon
the
water
rushes
out
of
the
scupper-holes
like
a
whale
spouting
,
the
vessel
gives
a
last
groan
,
spins
round
and
round
,
and
disappears
,
forming
a
vast
whirlpool
in
the
ocean
,
and
then
all
is
over
,
so
that
in
five
minutes
nothing
but
the
eye
of
God
can
see
the
vessel
where
she
lies
at
the
bottom
of
the
sea
.
Do
you
understand
now
,
"
said
the
captain
,
"
why
no
complaints
are
made
to
the
government
,
and
why
the
vessel
never
reaches
port
?
"
It
is
probable
that
if
Gaetano
had
related
this
previous
to
proposing
the
expedition
,
Franz
would
have
hesitated
,
but
now
that
they
had
started
,
he
thought
it
would
be
cowardly
to
draw
back
.
He
was
one
of
those
men
who
do
not
rashly
court
danger
,
but
if
danger
presents
itself
,
combat
it
with
the
most
unalterable
coolness
.
Calm
and
resolute
,
he
treated
any
peril
as
he
would
an
adversary
in
a
duel
--
calculated
its
probable
method
of
approach
;
retreated
,
if
at
all
,
as
a
point
of
strategy
and
not
from
cowardice
;
was
quick
to
see
an
opening
for
attack
,
and
won
victory
at
a
single
thrust
.
"
Bah
!
"
said
he
,
"
I
have
travelled
through
Sicily
and
Calabria
--
I
have
sailed
two
months
in
the
Archipelago
,
and
yet
I
never
saw
even
the
shadow
of
a
bandit
or
a
pirate
.
"
"
I
did
not
tell
your
excellency
this
to
deter
you
from
your
project
,
"
replied
Gaetano
,
"
but
you
questioned
me
,
and
I
have
answered
;
that
's
all
.
"
"
Yes
,
and
your
conversation
is
most
interesting
;
and
as
I
wish
to
enjoy
it
as
long
as
possible
,
steer
for
Monte
Cristo
.
"
The
wind
blew
strongly
,
the
boat
made
six
or
seven
knots
an
hour
,
and
they
were
rapidly
reaching
the
end
of
their
voyage
.
As
they
drew
near
the
island
seemed
to
lift
from
the
sea
,
and
the
air
was
so
clear
that
they
could
already
distinguish
the
rocks
heaped
on
one
another
,
like
cannon
balls
in
an
arsenal
,
with
green
bushes
and
trees
growing
in
the
crevices
.
As
for
the
sailors
,
although
they
appeared
perfectly
tranquil
yet
it
was
evident
that
they
were
on
the
alert
,
and
that
they
carefully
watched
the
glassy
surface
over
which
they
were
sailing
,
and
on
which
a
few
fishing-boats
,
with
their
white
sails
,
were
alone
visible
.
They
were
within
fifteen
miles
of
Monte
Cristo
when
the
sun
began
to
set
behind
Corsica
,
whose
mountains
appeared
against
the
sky
,
showing
their
rugged
peaks
in
bold
relief
;
this
mass
of
rock
,
like
the
giant
Adamastor
,
rose
dead
ahead
,
a
formidable
barrier
,
and
intercepting
the
light
that
gilded
its
massive
peaks
so
that
the
voyagers
were
in
shadow
.
Little
by
little
the
shadow
rose
higher
and
seemed
to
drive
before
it
the
last
rays
of
the
expiring
day
;
at
last
the
reflection
rested
on
the
summit
of
the
mountain
,
where
it
paused
an
instant
,
like
the
fiery
crest
of
a
volcano
,
then
gloom
gradually
covered
the
summit
as
it
had
covered
the
base
,
and
the
island
now
only
appeared
to
be
a
gray
mountain
that
grew
continually
darker
;
half
an
hour
after
,
the
night
was
quite
dark
.
Fortunately
,
the
mariners
were
used
to
these
latitudes
,
and
knew
every
rock
in
the
Tuscan
Archipelago
;
for
in
the
midst
of
this
obscurity
Franz
was
not
without
uneasiness
--
Corsica
had
long
since
disappeared
,
and
Monte
Cristo
itself
was
invisible
;
but
the
sailors
seemed
,
like
the
lynx
,
to
see
in
the
dark
,
and
the
pilot
who
steered
did
not
evince
the
slightest
hesitation
.
An
hour
had
passed
since
the
sun
had
set
,
when
Franz
fancied
he
saw
,
at
a
quarter
of
a
mile
to
the
left
,
a
dark
mass
,
but
he
could
not
precisely
make
out
what
it
was
,
and
fearing
to
excite
the
mirth
of
the
sailors
by
mistaking
a
floating
cloud
for
land
,
he
remained
silent
;
suddenly
a
great
light
appeared
on
the
strand
;
land
might
resemble
a
cloud
,
but
the
fire
was
not
a
meteor
.
"
What
is
this
light
?
"
asked
he
.
