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He called Tom and his companions to help him in that difficult operation, which, unfortunately, could not be executed with rapidity. And meanwhile time pressed, for the tempest already declared itself with violence. Dick Sands, Austin, Acteon, and Bat climbed into the masting, while Tom remained at the wheel, and Hercules on the deck, so as to slacken the ropes, as soon as he was commanded.
Then he is silent for six or eight minutes, and then another toll, and so on. Acteon would stop in mid-chase, Maria would defer her evening song, and Orpheus himself would drop his lute to listen to him, so sweet, so novel and romantic is the toll of the pretty snow-white campanero. He is never seen to feed with the other cotingas, nor is it known in what part of Guiana he makes his nest.
Tom and Bat chance had reunited the father and son Acteon and Austin, forked two by two, were at the right extremity of the camp. An overseer and a dozen soldiers watched them. Dick Sand, free in his movements, resolved to gradually diminish the distance that separated him from his companions to fifty steps. He then commenced to maneuver to that end.
The three lasses, at the same time that they were hunting for that which did not exist, collected flowers and plants which were growing on the banks of the stream. The religious Acteon, pale and immovable, stood gazing upon Maria Clara, that chaste Diana.
Dick Sand, in a word, had told all to his companions. Seizing his gun, followed by Hercules, Acteon, and Bat, he reappeared at the summit of the cone, and all fired on one of the boats. Several natives fell, and yells, accompanied by shots, replied to the detonation of the fire-arms. But what could Dick Sand and his companions do against a hundred Africans, who surrounded them on all sides?
They stretched out their hands, and he rose, covered with slime, but quite satisfied at not having injured his precious entomologist's box. Acteon went beside him, and made it his duty to preserve the unlucky, near-sighted man from any new disasters. Besides, Cousin Benedict had made rather a bad choice of the quagmire for his plunge.
Besides, these honest men, accustomed to rude labors, could not be hard to please, and with fine weather, warm and salubrious, this sleeping-place ought to suffice for the whole passage. The life on board, shaken for a moment from its monotony by this incident, then went on as usual. Tom, Austin, Bat, Acteon, and Hercules would indeed wish to make themselves useful.
Old Tom, his son Austin, Acteon, poor Nan, negroes by birth, though they did not belong to the African race, were treated like captive natives. After they were disarmed, in spite of the strongest resistance, they were held by the throat, two by two, by means of a pole six or seven feet long, forked at each end, and closed by an iron rod.
Bat and his father embraced each other, and all shook hands; but no one ventured to speak. What could they say that would not be an expression of despair. Bat, Acteon and Austin, all three vigorous, accustomed to hard work, had been able to resist fatigue; but old Tom, weakened by privations, was nearly exhausted.
By this means they would be sure that the big child would keep quiet during the march, because he could see no farther, as they say, than the end of his nose. Thus, placed between Acteon and Austin, with the formal injunction not to leave them, the woful Benedict uttered no complaint, but followed in his place, like a blind man led by a string.
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