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Portrait of Jules Verne Jules Verne Dick Sands, the Boy Captain

Dick had hardly gone aloft when his voice rung out,-
"Land! Land ahead!"
As if summoned by a spell, every one was on deck in an instant: Mrs. Weldon, sanguine of a speedy end to the general anxiety; little Jack, gratified at a new object of curiosity; Cousin Benedict, already scenting a new field for entomological investigation; old Nan; and the negroes, eager to set foot upon American soil; all, with the exception of Negoro, all were on deck; but the cook did not stir from his solitude, or betray any sympathy with the general excitement.
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Portrait of Jules Verne Jules Verne Dick Sands, the Boy Captain

Whilst he was speaking, Negoro had gradually drawn nearer to the prisoner, until their faces were almost in contact. Exasperated by Dick's calmness, his countenance assumed an expression of the utmost ferocity, and at last he burst forth in a paroxysm of rage.
"It is my turn now! I am master now! I am captain here! You are in my power now! Your life is in my hands!"
"Take it, then," said Dick quietly; "death has no terrors for me, and your wickedness will soon be avenged."
"Avenged!" roared Negoro; "do you suppose there is a single soul to care about you?
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Portrait of Jules Verne Jules Verne Dick Sands, the Boy Captain

Dick's presence of mind did not forsake him; flight he knew was not to be thought of; his only chance he felt intuitively would be by keeping perfectly still; and aware that the beast would be unlikely to give up a struggling prey for another that was motionless, he stood face to face with his foe, not venturing to move an eyelid. In a few minutes the lion's patience seemed to be exhausted; with a grand stateliness, it picked up the caama as easily as a dog would lift a hare, turned round, and lashing the bushes with its tail, disappeared in the jungle.
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