Chapter 632

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d**k Sand called Tom, and gave him the order to throw the log, an operation to which the old black was now quite accustomed. The log, firmly fastened to the end of the line, was brought and sent out. Twenty-five fathoms were hardly unrolled, when the rope suddenly slackened between Tom's hands. "Ah! Mr. d**k!" cried he. "Well, Tom?" "The rope has broken!" "Broken!" cried d**k Sand. "And the log is lost!" Old Tom showed the end of the rope which remained in his hand. It was only too true. It was not the fastening which had failed. The rope had broken in the middle. And, nevertheless, that rope was of the first quality. It must have been, then, that the strands of the rope at the point of rupture were singularly worn! They were, in fact, and d**k Sand could tell that when he had the

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