I think I shall induce our captain.

I think he will not refuse--" "No, he will not refuse to bring help to a man--a man like him g" "And yet," I said, "if William Guy and his people are living, can we admit that Arthur Pym--" "Living?
Yes! Living!" cried the half-breed.

"By the great spirit of my fathers, he is--he is waiting for me, my poor Pym! How joyful he will be when he clasps his old Dirk in his arms, and I--I, when I feel him, there, there." And the huge chest of the man heaved like a stormy sea.

Then he went away, leaving me inexpressibly affected by the revelation of the tenderness for his unfortunate companion that lay deep in the heart of this semi-savage.
In the meantime I said but little to Captain Len Guy, whose whole heart and soul were set on the rescue of brother, of the possibility of our finding Arthur Gordon Pym.

Time enough, if in the course of this strange enterprise of ours we succeeded in that object, to urge upon him one still more visionary.
At length, on the 7th of January--according to Dirk Peters, who had fixed it only by the time that had expired--we arrived at the place where Nu Nu the savage breathed his last, lying in the bottom of the boat.