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"
You
shall
see
.
"
Gaetano
consulted
with
his
companions
,
and
after
five
minutes
'
discussion
a
manoeuvre
was
executed
which
caused
the
vessel
to
tack
about
,
they
returned
the
way
they
had
come
,
and
in
a
few
minutes
the
fire
disappeared
,
hidden
by
an
elevation
of
the
land
.
The
pilot
again
changed
the
course
of
the
boat
,
which
rapidly
approached
the
island
,
and
was
soon
within
fifty
paces
of
it
.
Gaetano
lowered
the
sail
,
and
the
boat
came
to
rest
.
All
this
was
done
in
silence
,
and
from
the
moment
that
their
course
was
changed
not
a
word
was
spoken
.
Gaetano
,
who
had
proposed
the
expedition
,
had
taken
all
the
responsibility
on
himself
;
the
four
sailors
fixed
their
eyes
on
him
,
while
they
got
out
their
oars
and
held
themselves
in
readiness
to
row
away
,
which
,
thanks
to
the
darkness
,
would
not
be
difficult
.
As
for
Franz
,
he
examined
his
arms
with
the
utmost
coolness
;
he
had
two
double-barrelled
guns
and
a
rifle
;
he
loaded
them
,
looked
at
the
priming
,
and
waited
quietly
.
During
this
time
the
captain
had
thrown
off
his
vest
and
shirt
,
and
secured
his
trousers
round
his
waist
;
his
feet
were
naked
,
so
he
had
no
shoes
and
stockings
to
take
off
;
after
these
preparations
he
placed
his
finger
on
his
lips
,
and
lowering
himself
noiselessly
into
the
sea
,
swam
towards
the
shore
with
such
precaution
that
it
was
impossible
to
hear
the
slightest
sound
;
he
could
only
be
traced
by
the
phosphorescent
line
in
his
wake
.
This
track
soon
disappeared
;
it
was
evident
that
he
had
touched
the
shore
.
Every
one
on
board
remained
motionless
for
half
an
hour
,
when
the
same
luminous
track
was
again
observed
,
and
the
swimmer
was
soon
on
board
.
"
Well
?
"
exclaimed
Franz
and
the
sailors
in
unison
.
"
They
are
Spanish
smugglers
,
"
said
he
;
"
they
have
with
them
two
Corsican
bandits
.
"
"
And
what
are
these
Corsican
bandits
doing
here
with
Spanish
smugglers
?
"
"
Alas
,
"
returned
the
captain
with
an
accent
of
the
most
profound
pity
,
"
we
ought
always
to
help
one
another
.
Very
often
the
bandits
are
hard
pressed
by
gendarmes
or
carbineers
;
well
,
they
see
a
vessel
,
and
good
fellows
like
us
on
board
,
they
come
and
demand
hospitality
of
us
;
you
ca
n't
refuse
help
to
a
poor
hunted
devil
;
we
receive
them
,
and
for
greater
security
we
stand
out
to
sea
.
This
costs
us
nothing
,
and
saves
the
life
,
or
at
least
the
liberty
,
of
a
fellow-creature
,
who
on
the
first
occasion
returns
the
service
by
pointing
out
some
safe
spot
where
we
can
land
our
goods
without
interruption
.
"
"
Ah
!
"
said
Franz
,
"
then
you
are
a
smuggler
occasionally
,
Gaetano
?
"
"
Your
excellency
,
we
must
live
somehow
,
"
returned
the
other
,
smiling
impenetrably
.
"
Then
you
know
the
men
who
are
now
on
Monte
Cristo
?
"
