“«No, Captain Harding; no friends remain to me! I am the last of my race, and to all whom I have known I have long been as are the dead.—But to return to yourselves. Solitude, isolation, are painful things, and beyond human endurance. I die of having thought it possible to live alone!
You should, therefore, dare all in the attempt to leave Lincoln Island, and see once more the land of your birth. I am aware that those wretches have destroyed the vessel you have built.»
«We propose to construct a vessel,» said Gideon Spilett, «sufficiently large to convey us to the nearest land; but if we should succeed, sooner or later we shall return to Lincoln Island.”