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It
was
five
in
the
evening
when
he
and
Herbert
re-entered
the
cave
.
It
is
useless
to
say
that
the
darkest
corners
of
the
passages
were
ransacked
before
they
were
obliged
to
give
it
up
in
despair
.
Towards
six
o'clock
,
when
the
sun
was
disappearing
behind
the
high
lands
of
the
west
,
Herbert
,
who
was
walking
up
and
down
on
the
strand
,
signalized
the
return
of
Neb
and
Spilett
.
They
were
returning
alone
!
...
.
The
boy
's
heart
sank
;
the
sailor
had
not
been
deceived
in
his
forebodings
;
the
engineer
,
Cyrus
Harding
,
had
not
been
found
!
The
reporter
,
on
his
arrival
,
sat
down
on
a
rock
,
without
saying
anything
.
Exhausted
with
fatigue
,
dying
of
hunger
,
he
had
not
strength
to
utter
a
word
.
As
to
Neb
,
his
red
eyes
showed
how
he
had
cried
,
and
the
tears
which
he
could
not
restrain
told
too
clearly
that
he
had
lost
all
hope
.
The
reporter
recounted
all
that
they
had
done
in
their
attempt
to
recover
Cyrus
Harding
.
He
and
Neb
had
surveyed
the
coast
for
a
distance
of
eight
miles
and
consequently
much
beyond
the
place
where
the
balloon
had
fallen
the
last
time
but
one
,
a
fall
which
was
followed
by
the
disappearance
of
the
engineer
and
the
dog
Top
.
The
shore
was
solitary
;
not
a
vestige
of
a
mark
.
Not
even
a
pebble
recently
displaced
;
not
a
trace
on
the
sand
;
not
a
human
footstep
on
all
that
part
of
the
beach
.
It
was
clear
that
that
portion
of
the
shore
had
never
been
visited
by
a
human
being
.
The
sea
was
as
deserted
as
the
land
,
and
it
was
there
,
a
few
hundred
feet
from
the
coast
,
that
the
engineer
must
have
found
a
tomb
.
As
Spilett
ended
his
account
,
Neb
jumped
up
,
exclaiming
in
a
voice
which
showed
how
hope
struggled
within
him
,
"
No
!
he
is
not
dead
!
he
ca
n't
be
dead
!
It
might
happen
to
any
one
else
,
but
never
to
him
!
He
could
get
out
of
anything
!
"
Then
his
strength
forsaking
him
,
"
Oh
!
I
can
do
no
more
!
"
he
murmured
.
"
Neb
,
"
said
Herbert
,
running
to
him
,
"
we
will
find
him
!
God
will
give
him
back
to
us
!
But
in
the
meantime
you
are
hungry
,
and
you
must
eat
something
.
"
So
saying
,
he
offered
the
poor
Negro
a
few
handfuls
of
shell-fish
,
which
was
indeed
wretched
and
insufficient
food
.
Neb
had
not
eaten
anything
for
several
hours
,
but
he
refused
them
.
He
could
not
,
would
not
live
without
his
master
.
As
to
Gideon
Spilett
,
he
devoured
the
shell-fish
,
then
he
laid
himself
down
on
the
sand
,
at
the
foot
of
a
rock
.
He
was
very
weak
,
but
calm
.
Herbert
went
up
to
him
,
and
taking
his
hand
,
"
Sir
,
"
said
he
,
"
we
have
found
a
shelter
which
will
be
better
than
lying
here
.
Night
is
advancing
.
Come
and
rest
!
To-morrow
we
will
search
farther
.
"
