and it was not Captain Nemo, deprived of all land communications, who could tell me.
I made no allusion to this event when that night I found myself alone with him in the saloon. Besides, he seemed to be taciturn and preoccupied. Then, contrary to his custom, he ordered both panels to be opened, and going from one to the other, observed the mass of waters attentively To what end I could not guess; so, on my side, I employed my time in studying the fish passing before me. My eyes could not leave these wonders of the sea, when they were suddenly struck by an unexpected apparition.
In the midst of the waters a man appeared, a diver, carrying at his belt a leathern purse. It was not a body abandoned to the waves; it was a living man, swimming with a strong hand, disappearing occasionally to take breath at the surface.
I turned toward Captain Nemo, and in an agitated voice exclaimed:
"A man shipwrecked! He must certainly be saved at any price!"
The captain did not answer me, but came and leaned against the panel.
The man had approached, and with his face flattened against the glass, was looking at us.
To my great amazement, Captain Nemo signed to him. The diver answered with his hand, mounted immediately to the surface of the water, and did not appear again.
"Do not be uncomfortable," said Captain Nemo. "It is Nicholas of Cape Matapan; surnamed Pesca. He is well known in all the Cyclades. A bold diver! water is his element, and he lives more in it than on land, going continually from one island to another, even as far away as Crete."
"You know him, captain?"
"Why not, M. Aronnax?"
Saying which, Captain Nemo went toward a piece of furniture standing near the left panel of the saloon. Near this piece of furniture, I saw a chest bound with iron, on the cover of which was a copper plate, bearing the cipher of the Nautilus with its device.
At that moment, the captain without noticing my pres-
