"We will go together," said the captain. Dirk Peters would never have forsaken us, and we will not forsake him."
"Would he come back," said I, "now that what he thought was known to him and me only has come out?"
I informed my companions of the reason why the name of Ned Holt had been changed to that of Parker in Arthur Pym's narrative, and of the circumstances under which the half-breed had apprised me of the fact. At the same time I urged every consideration that might exculpate him, dwelling in particular upon the point that if the lot had fallen to Dirk Peters, he would have been the victim of the others' hunger.
"Dirk Peters confided this secret to you only?" inquired Captain Len Guy.
"To me only, captain."
"And you have kept it?"
"Absolutely."
"Then I cannot understand how it came to the knowledge of Hearne."
"At first," I replied, "I thought Hearne might have talked in his sleep, and that it was by chance Martin Holt learned the secret. After reflection, however, I recalled to mind that when the half-breed related the scene on the Grampus to me, he was in my cabin, and the side sash was raised. I have reason to think that the man at the wheel overheard our conversation. Now that man was Hearne, who, in order to hear it more clearly, let go the wheel, so that the Halbrane lurched—"
"I remember," said West. "I questioned the fellow sharply, and sent him down into the hold."
"Well, then, captain," I resumed, "it was from that day
