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A Cry in the Night

           Itwasstillthirtymilesdistantfromtheyacht,whosestemwasrapidlycuttingherwayoverthewaterattherateofsixteenknotsanhour.

           Graduallytheformoftheislandgrewmoredistinctonthehorizon.Theorbofdaysinkinginthewest,threwupitspeculiaroutlinesinsharprelief.Afewpeaksofnogreatelevationstoodouthereandthere,tippedwithsunlight.Atfiveo’clockJohnManglescoulddiscernalightsmokerisingfromit.

           "Isitavolcano?"heaskedofPaganel,whowasgazingatthisnewlandthroughhistelescope.

           "Idon’tknowwhattothink,"repliedthegeographer;"MariaTheresaisaspotlittleknown;nevertheless,itwouldnotbesurprisingifitsoriginwereduetosomesubmarineupheaval,andconsequentlyitmaybevolcanic."

           "Butinthatcase,"saidGlenarvan,"istherenotreasontofearthatifaneruptionproducedit,aneruptionmaycarryitaway?"

           "Thatisnotpossible,"repliedPaganel."Weknowofitsexistenceforseveralcenturies,whichisoursecurity.WhentheIsleJuliaemergedfromtheMediterranean,itdidnotremainlongabovethewaves,anddisappearedafewmonthsafteritsbirth."

           "Verygood,"saidGlenarvan."Doyouthink,John,wecangetthereto-night?"

           "No,yourhonor,ImustnotrisktheDuncaninthedark,forIamunacquaintedwiththecoast.Iwillkeepundersteam,butgoveryslowly,andto-morrow,atdaybreak,wecansendoffaboat."

           Ateighto’clockintheevening,MariaTheresa,thoughfivemilestoleeward,appearedonlyanelongatedshadow,scarcelyvisible.

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