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“
Answer
,
I
say
—
answer
!
”
cried
the
captain
.
Hunt
hesitated
,
not
because
he
did
not
know
what
to
say
,
but
from
a
certain
difficulty
in
expressing
his
ideas
.
The
latter
were
quite
clear
,
but
his
speech
was
confused
,
his
words
were
unconnected
.
He
had
a
certain
language
of
his
own
which
sometimes
was
picturesque
,
and
his
pronunciation
was
strongly
marked
by
the
hoarse
accent
of
the
Indians
of
the
Far
West
.
“
You
see
,
”
he
said
,
“
I
do
not
know
how
to
tell
things
.
My
tongue
stops
.
Understand
me
,
I
spoke
of
Pym
,
poor
Pym
,
did
I
not
?
”
“
Yes
,
”
answered
West
,
sternly
;
“
and
what
have
you
to
say
about
Arthur
Pym
?
”
“
I
have
to
say
that
he
must
not
be
abandoned
.
”
“
Abandoned
!
”
I
exclaimed
.
“
No
,
never
!
It
would
be
cruel
—
too
cruel
.
We
must
go
to
seek
him
.
”
“
To
seek
him
?
”
repeated
Captain
Len
Guy
.
“
Understand
me
;
it
is
for
this
that
I
have
embarked
on
the
Halbrane
—
yes
,
to
find
poor
Pym
!
”
