I could not reconcile the facts.

Nevertheless, there could be no doubt that Tiger had been saved from the shipwreck like Arthur Pym, had escaped the landslip of the Klock-Klock hill, and had come to his death at last in the catastrophe which had destroyed a portion of the population of Tsalal.
But, again, William Guy and his five sailors could not be among those skeletons which were strewn upon the earth, since they were living at the time of Patterson's departure, seven months ago, and the catastrophe already dated several years back! Three hours later we had returned on board the _Halbrane_, without having made any other discovery.

Captain Len Guy went direct to his cabin, shut himself up there, and did not reappear even at dinner hour.
The following day, as I wished to return to the island in order to resume its exploration from one coast to the other, I requested West to have me rowed ashore.
He consented, after he had been authorized by Captain Len Guy, who did not come with us.
Hung the boatswain, Martin Holt, four men, and myself took our places in the boatt without arms; for there was no longer anything to fear.
We disembarked at our yesterday's landing-place, and Hunt again led the way towards the hill of Klock-Klock.

Nothing remained of the eminence that had been carried away in the artificial landslip, from which the captain of the _Jane_, Patterson, his second officer, and five of his men had happily escaped.

The village of Klock-Klock had thus disappeared; and doubtless the mystery of the strange discoveries narrated in Edgar Poe's work was now and ever would remain beyond solution.
We had only to regain our ship, returning by the east side of the coast.