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Dingo rushed at the head cook, a prey to the strongest as well as to the most inexplicable fury. Negoro seized a hand-spike and took an attitude of defense. The dog was going to spring at his throat. "Here, Dingo, here!" cried d**k Sand, who, leaving his post of observation for an instant, ran to the prow of the ship. Mrs. Weldon on her side, sought to calm the dog. Dingo obeyed, not without repugnance, and returned to the young novice, growling secretly. Negoro had not pronounced a single word, but his face had grown pale for a moment. Letting go of his hand-spike, he regained his cabin. "Hercules," then said d**k Sand, "I charge you especially to watch over that man." "I shall watch," simply replied Hercules, clenching his two enormous fists in sign of assent. Mrs. Weldon and d*