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now no question of a romance signed 'Edgar Poe,' but of a veracious narrative signed 'Patterson.'"
"Captain," said I, "will you let me be one of your company until the end of the campaign of the Halbrane in the Antarctic seas?"
Captain Len Guy looked at me with a glance as penetrating as a keen blade. Otherwise he did not appear surprised by the proposal I had made; perhaps he had been expecting it—and he uttered only the single word:
"Willingly."
