THE MAN WHO WAS THURSDAY.
his back turned. "I also am holding hard on to the thing I never saw."
All of a sudden Syme, who was standing as if blind with introspective thought, swung round and cried out, like a man waking from sleep—
"Where is the Colonel? I thought he was with us!"
"The Colonel! Yes," cried Bull, "where on earth is the Colonel?"
"He went to speak to Renard," said the Professor.
"We cannot leave him among all those beasts," cried Syme. "Let us die like gentlemen if——"
"Do not pity the Colonel," said Ratcliffe, with a pale sneer. "He is extremely comfortable. He is——"
"No! no! no!" cried Syme in a kind of frenzy, "not the Colonel too! I will never believe it!"
"Will you believe your eyes?" asked the other, and pointed to the beach.
Many of their pursuers had waded into the water shaking their fists, but the sea was rough, and they could not reach the pier. Two or three figures,
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