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Part 2—Abandoned-19
“Luff, Pencroft, luff!” “What’s the matter,” replied the sailor; “a rock?” “No—wait,” said Herbert; “I don’t quite see. Luff again—right—now.” So saying, Herbert, leaning over the side, plunged his arm into the water, and pulled it out, exclaiming,— “A bottle!” He held in his hand a corked bottle which he had just seized a few cables’ length from the shore. Cyrus Harding took the bottle. Without uttering a single word he drew the cork, and took from it a damp paper, on which were written these words:— “Castaway... Tabor island: 153 deg W. long., 37 deg 11’ S. lat.” Chapter 13 “A castaway!” exclaimed Pencroft; “left on this Tabor Island not two hundred miles from us! Ah, Captain Harding, you won’t now oppose my going.” “No, Pencroft,” replied Cyrus Harding; “and you shall set out
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