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           Meanwhilethenightadvanced,anditwasperhapstwohoursfrommorning,whenPencroft,thensoundasleep,wasvigorouslyshaken.

           "What’sthematter?"hecried,rousinghimself,andcollectinghisideaswiththepromptitudeusualtoseamen.

           Thereporterwasleaningoverhim,andsaying,—

           "Listen,Pencroft,listen!"

           Thesailorstrainedhisears,butcouldhearnonoisebeyondthosecausedbythestorm.

           "Itisthewind,"saidhe.

           "No,"repliedGideonSpilett,listeningagain,"IthoughtIheard—"

           "What?"

           "Thebarkingofadog!"

           "Adog!"criedPencroft,springingup.

           "Yes—barking—"

           "It’snotpossible!"repliedthesailor."Andbesides,how,intheroaringofthestorm—"

           "Stop—listen—"saidthereporter.

           Pencroftlistenedmoreattentively,andreallythoughtheheard,duringalull,distantbarking.

           "Well!"saidthereporter,pressingthesailor’shand.