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Chapter 263
"No, Mr. Herbert," answered Neb; "and yet this gulf here doesn't please me much! It has a wicked look!" "Hallo!" cried Pencroft, "here is Neb turning up his nose at my gulf, just as I was thinking of presenting it to America!" "But, at any rate, is the water deep enough?" asked the engineer, "for a depth sufficient for the keel of the Bonadventure , would not be enough for those of our iron-clads." "That is easily found out," replied Pencroft. And the sailor sounded with a long cord, which served him as a lead-line, and to which was fastened a lump of iron. This cord measured nearly fifty fathoms, and its entire length was unrolled without finding any bottom. "There," exclaimed Pencroft, "our iron-clads can come here after all! They would not run aground!" "Indeed," said Gideon Spile
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