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ously. "We can't spend the rest of our lives here."
Jim was scanning the sky and the horizon carefully.
"Better stop here to-night," he said. "Pretty rough bimeby. Big wind coming."
"Bother you, Jim! No, I won't say that You're a great weather-prophet, though how in thunder you know there's going to be a storm without looking at a barometer is more than I can tell. I guess you feel it in your bones. The sky certainly did look a bit angry as the sun went down, but nothing very special. Let's get back to the Nautilus. Good-by, Hatteras! Sorry there's nothing doing, but you certainly have provided us with an interesting trip, if not a particularly profitable one."
Dave looked back regretfully at the old wreck as he left her for the last time. He was disappointed, not so much on his own account as on
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