Captain William Guy had gone to the village of Klock-Klock?"
"Yes. The sailor was one Allen, and he was almost immediately stifled under the stones."
"Then the two others saw the attack, and the destruction of the schooner, from the top of the hill?"
"Yes."
"Then, some time later, the two left the island, after they had got possession of one of the boats which the natives could not take from them?"
"Yes."
"And, after twenty days, having reached the front of the curtain of vapour, they were both carried down into the gulf of the cataract?"
This time Hunt did not reply in the affirmative; he hesitated, he stammered out some vague words; he seemed to be trying to rekindle the half-extinguished flame of his memory. At length, looking at me and shaking his head, he answered,—
"No, not both. Understand me—Dirk never told me—"
"Dirk Peters," interposed Captain Len Guy, quickly.
"You knew Dirk Peters?"
"Yes."
"Where?"
"At Vandalia, State of Illinois."
"And it is from him that you have all this information concerning the voyage?"
"From him."
"And he came back alone—alone—from that voyage, having left Arthur Pym."
"Alone!"
