The subject may easily be guessed.
"Dirk Peters," said I, taking up the subject at once, "do you wish that we should talk of _him_ ?" "Him ?" he murmured.
"You have remained faithful to his memory, Dirk Peters." "Forget him, sir! Never!" "He is always there--before you ?" "Always! So many dangers shared! That makes brothers! No, it makes a father and his son! Yes! And I have seen America again, but Pym--poor Pym--he is still beyond there!" "Dirk Peters," I asked, "have you any idea of the route which you and Arthur Pym followed in the boat after your departure from Tsalal Island ?" "None, sir! Poor Pym had no longer any instrument--you know--sea machines--for looking at the sun.

We could not know, except that for the eight days the current pushed us towards the south, and the wind also.

A fine breeze and a fair sea, and our shirts for a sail." "Yes, white linen shirts, which frightened your prisoner Nu Nu--" "Perhaps so--I did not notice.

But if Pym has said so, Pym must be believed." "And during those eight days you were able to supply yourselves with food ?" "Yes, sir, and the days after--we and the savage.

You know--the three turtles that were in the boat.