"In the same place as your schooner."
"And—Arthur Pym—Dirk Peters?"
"He was with them frequently."
"Did he ask what had become of them?"
"Oh yes, and I informed him of the death of Arthur Pym, whom he regarded as a foolhardy adventurer, capable of any daring folly."
"Say a madman, and a dangerous madman, Mr. Jeorling. Was it not he who led my unfortunate brother into that fatal enterprise?"
"There is, indeed, reason to believe so from his narrative."
"And never to forget it!" added the captain in a tone of agitation.
"This man, Glass," I resumed, "also knew Patterson, the mate of the Jane."
"He was a fine, brave, faithful fellow, Mr. Jeorling, and devoted, body and soul, to my brother."
"As West is to you, captain."
"Does Glass know where the shipwrecked men from the Jane are now?"
"I told him, captain, and also all that you have resolved to do to save them."
I did not think proper to add that Glass had been much surprised at Captain Guy's abstaining from visiting him, as, in his absurd vanity, he held the commander of the Halbrane bound to do, nor that he did not consider the Governor of Tristan d'Acunha bound to take the initiative.
"I wish to ask you, Mr. Jeorling, whether you think everything in Arthur Pym's journal, which has been published by Edgar Poe, is exactly true?"
