"Well, Mr. Jeorling," he asked, "are you now convinced of the reality of the voyage of the Jane, or do you still regard Edgar Poe's book as a work of pure imagination?"
"I do not so regard it, captain."
"You no longer doubt that Arthur Pym and Dirk Peters have really existed, or that my brother William Guy and five of his companions are living?"
"I should be the most incredulous of men, captain, to doubt either fact, and my earnest desire is that the favour of Heaven may attend you and secure the safety of the shipwrecked mariners of the Jane."
"I will do all in my power, Mr. Jeorling, and by the blessing of God I shall succeed."
"I hope so, captain. Indeed, I am certain it will be so, and if you consent—"
"Is it not the case that you talked of this matter with one Glass, an English ex-corporal, who sets up to be Governor of Tristan d'Acunha?" inquired the captain, without allowing me to finish my sentence.
"That is so," I replied, "and what I learned from Glass has contributed not a little to change my doubts into certainty."
"Ah! he has satisfied you?"
"Yes. He perfectly remembers to have seen the Jane, eleven years ago, when she had put in at Tristan d'Acunha."
"The Jane—and my brother?"
"He told me that he had personal dealings with Captain William Guy."
"And he traded with the Jane?"
"Yes, as he has just been trading with the Halbrane."
"She was moored in this bay?"
