Part,  Chapter

  1 1,1|           Top has seen something," cried one of the men. Then immediately
  2 1,3|        help his master. "Forward," cried the reporter; and all four,
  3 1,3|         him! let us look for him!" cried Neb. ~"Yes, Neb," replied
  4 1,4|      hastily. ~"Here are mussels!" cried the sailor; "these will
  5 1,4|          see him again, Pencroft," cried Herbert, "and when be returns
  6 1,4|               Something tells me," cried Herbert, "that a man as
  7 1,4|           winged creatures. ~"Oh!" cried he, "those are not gulls
  8 1,5|         red eyes showed how he had cried, and the tears which he
  9 1,5|            in consequence." ~"Ah!" cried Neb, "if my master was here,
 10 1,5|          It was unused. ~"Hurrah!" cried Pencroft; "it is as good
 11 1,5|          the darkness. ~"At last!" cried Pencroft, getting up; "I
 12 1,6|       instant. ~"How clumsy I am!" cried Herbert. ~"No, no, my boy!"
 13 1,6|           a line." ~"Like a fish?" cried Herbert, much surprised
 14 1,6|          were taken. ~"Hurrah!" he cried, rushing towards the game,
 15 1,7|             What's the matter?" he cried, rousing himself, and collecting
 16 1,7|       barking of a dog!" ~"A dog!" cried Pencroft, springing up. ~"
 17 1,7|             It is Top! It is Top!" cried Herbert, who had just awoke;
 18 1,7|        bright flame. ~"It is Top!" cried Herbert. ~It was indeed
 19 1,8|            one word. ~"Living?" he cried. ~Neb did not reply. Spilett
 20 1,8|             My master! my master!" cried Neb. ~The engineer heard
 21 1,8|             Bother the continent," cried Pencroft hastily; "there
 22 1,8|         have fallen. ~"Well done!" cried Pencroft; "bring the captain'
 23 1,9|        upright. ~"That's capital!" cried the sailor. ~"I feel dreadfully
 24 1,9|         more difficult than that," cried the reporter, striking the
 25 1,9|       never to go away." ~"Never?" cried the reporter. "You say '
 26 1,9|          Top has found something!" cried Neb, who ran towards a thicket,
 27 1,9|           the wood. ~"The rascal!" cried Pencroft. ~All three directly
 28 1,9|            Neb's stick. ~"Hurrah!" cried Pencroft, who was always
 29 1,0|             yes, my brave fellow," cried the reporter. ~"Fire, real
 30 1,0|            returned to him, and he cried,-~"Note that, Mr. Spilett,
 31 1,0|     Good-bye, till we meet again," cried Pencroft, as he watched
 32 1,1|          the sea everywhere!" they cried, as if their lips could
 33 1,1|           always, and everywhere!" cried Neb. ~"As for me," said
 34 1,1|          set off to the Chimneys!" cried Pencroft. ~"One minute,
 35 1,1|     Spilett, of Neb!-" ~"My name!" cried Neb, showing his sparkling
 36 1,1|           Shark Gulf." ~"Capital!" cried Pencroft, "and we can complete
 37 1,1|       asked Herbert. ~"Claw Cape," cried Neb directly, who also wished
 38 1,1|            Chimneys, when Pencroft cried out,-~"Well! we are preciously
 39 1,2|                Men in this place?" cried the reporter. ~"We must
 40 1,2|         sore throats." ~"Captain!" cried Pencroft. "What a pity that
 41 1,2|           squirrels. ~"Kangaroos!" cried Herbert. ~"Are they good
 42 1,2| distinguish the agouti. ~"Hurrah!" cried Pencroft, "the roast has
 43 1,3|           if we only had a knife!" cried the sailor. ~"Well?" asked
 44 1,4|            captain, I understand!" cried Herbert. "As the distance
 45 1,4|            not have lost his day," cried Pencroft, looking at the
 46 1,4|          shall see later!" ~"Why," cried Pencroft, "were we obliged
 47 1,4|         hands of the Southerners," cried the sailor, "especially
 48 1,4|            command-" ~"Well then," cried the sailor, "I am quite
 49 1,5|            islet." ~"A seal hunt!" cried the sailor, turning towards
 50 1,5|      bellows of them!" ~"Bellows!" cried Pencroft. "Well! these are
 51 1,6|          Neb. ~"You are laughing," cried the sailor, "and why? What
 52 1,6|            the lake. ~"Here, Top!" cried Cyrus Harding, who did not
 53 1,6|        belonged. ~"A lamantin!" he cried. ~It was not a lamantin,
 54 1,7|               Blow up the island?" cried Pencroft. ~"Part of it,
 55 1,8|              That is Top barking!" cried Herbert. ~"Yes," replied
 56 1,8|           a hole." ~"Go, Top, go!" cried Harding. ~The dog, excited
 57 1,8|        outside. ~"Hurrah! hurrah!" cried Pencroft. ~The wall only
 58 1,9|             Here are the burrows!" cried Herbert. ~"Yes," replied
 59 1,0|        Granite House, when the lad cried out all at once,-~"Look
 60 1,0|      Pencroft." ~"Three millions!" cried Pencroft. ~"Three millions." ~"
 61 1,0|                Provided it grows!" cried the sailor. ~"It will grow,"
 62 1,1|       should say those are foxes!" cried Herbert, when he saw the
 63 1,1|            middle of the Pacific?" cried Pencroft. ~"Why not?" replied
 64 1,2|            foxes in this country!" cried Pencroft, when for the third
 65 1,2|           with truffles!" ~"What?" cried Pencroft. "Do you mean to
 66 2,1|          no! a thousand times no!" cried the sailor, springing up
 67 2,1|          the Mercy." ~"Five days," cried Neb, "to build a boat?" ~"
 68 2,1|               Help, Neb, help!" he cried. ~Neb ran up. ~"What a fine
 69 2,1|        hundred pounds. ~"Capital!" cried Neb; "this is something
 70 2,1|      happened. ~"Oh! the stupids!" cried the sailor, "to have let
 71 2,1|   obstinate sailor. ~"Not enough!" cried Herbert. ~And he told how
 72 2,1|             what stupids we were!" cried Neb. ~"That is precisely
 73 2,2|       wished to put it. ~"Hurrah!" cried the sailor, who did not
 74 2,2|              As they embarked, Neb cried,-~"But your boat leaks rather,
 75 2,2|        buried in the sand." ~"Ah!" cried Pencroft, "I see what it
 76 2,2|         But what's in this chest?" cried Pencroft, with very natural
 77 2,2|            keep it for ourselves!" cried Pencroft. "But what in the
 78 2,2|        sheltered from damp. ~"Oh!" cried Neb, "suppose it's jam! ~"
 79 2,3|            the sailor. ~"Tobacco!" cried Pencroft, who evidently
 80 2,3|    kingfisher. ~"I recognize him!" cried Pencroft, and it seemed
 81 2,3|         the forest." ~"A jacamar!" cried Herbert. ~It was indeed
 82 2,3|      Lincoln Island. ~"Eucalypti!" cried Herbert. ~They were, in
 83 2,3|         are something like trees!" cried Neb; "but are they good
 84 2,3|            What a blessed island!" cried Pencroft. "I tell you, it
 85 2,4|    unnavigable. ~"We are cut off!" cried Neb. ~"No," replied Herbert, "
 86 2,4|               These will be good!" cried Neb, going to the sailor'
 87 2,4|            arrested them. ~"Back!" cried Pencroft. "Our guns are
 88 2,4|            I admire and envy you!" cried Herbert, in a fit of very
 89 2,5|            Far West!" ~"A bridge!" cried Pencroft. "Well, is not
 90 2,5|        Island!" ~"But the bullet," cried Herbert. "That was not imaginary,
 91 2,5|        without leaving any trace?" cried the reporter. ~"No, my dear
 92 2,5|          But that is not a wreck!" cried Gideon Spilett. ~"I beg
 93 2,5|     through the gloom,-~"A canoe!" cried he. ~All approached, and
 94 2,6|          dark. ~"If it is a joke," cried Pencroft, "it is a very
 95 2,6|          the ladder." ~"Some one," cried the sailor. "But who?" ~"
 96 2,6|          that it was only a joke," cried Pencroft; "but one of the
 97 2,6|         What a magnificent beast!" cried Neb. ~"Magnificent, if you
 98 2,6|            vagabonds out somehow," cried the sailor. "We could soon
 99 2,6|           to the ground. ~"Hullo!" cried the sailor, "this is queer!" ~"
100 2,6|               Take care, captain!" cried Pencroft, "perhaps there
101 2,6|         Well now, and the ladder," cried the sailor; "who can the
102 2,6|            Neb. ~"Ah, the robber!" cried Pencroft. ~And hatchet in
103 2,7|            our second corn-field!" cried the sailor with a triumphant
104 2,7|     masters. ~"These are onagers!" cried Herbert, "animals something
105 2,8|        What a jolly fellow he is!" cried Pencroft often. "If he was
106 2,9|            already!" ~"An island?" cried Pencroft. ~"Tabor Island." ~"
107 2,0|           if we could capture it!" cried the sailor. "Ah! if we only
108 2,0|        hovered. ~"What a monster!" cried Neb. ~And the exclamation
109 2,0|          ship from my country!" he cried. "The 'Maria Stella!' A
110 2,0|      sacred Author of all things!" cried the sailor. "Nothing more
111 2,1|         replied Harding. ~"Water!" cried Pencroft, "water as fuel
112 2,2|         his body. ~"Here, master," cried Neb; "here's something to
113 2,2|     piercing cries. ~"Hello, Top!" cried Neb, who was the first awake.
114 2,2|            seen. ~"What are they?" cried Pencroft. ~"Wolves, jaguars,
115 2,2|          made of it, Mr. Spilett," cried the sailor. ~"What is done
116 2,2|          on the shore. ~"And Jup!" cried Pencroft; "where is Jup?"
117 2,2|           wounds. ~"He is living," cried Neb, who was bending over
118 2,2|         Granite House! ~"My pipe," cried Pencroft. "He has taken
119 2,2|              How beautiful it is!" cried Herbert. ~"Yes, our island
120 2,6|    engineer. ~"Farewell, then!" he cried, and fled like a madman. ~
121 2,6|         need of more." ~"Exactly!" cried Herbert, "a fine breeze
122 2,6|          Herbert, clinging to him, cried,-~"No, no! you shall not
123 2,8|         the engineer. ~"Electric?" cried Herbert. ~"Electric," replied
124 2,8|            some minutes. ~"Birds!" cried Herbert. ~They were indeed
125 2,0|            wicked look!" ~"Hallo!" cried Pencroft, "here is Neb turning
126 2,0|         Herbert?" ~"Why, captain," cried Herbert, "that fire was
127 3,1|            it be the 'Duncan'?" he cried. ~The "Duncan," as has been
128 3,1|              We could defend it,', cried Herbert. ~"No doubt, my
129 3,1|        Gideon Spilett. ~"Hang it!" cried the sailor. "I would rather
130 3,3|     reached them. ~"Spilett! Neb!" cried the engineer. "You are not
131 3,4|     Chapter 4 ~"She has blown up!" cried Herbert. ~"Yes! blown up,
132 3,5|         turning to Herbert. ~"Oh," cried Herbert, his countenance
133 3,6|          was secured,-~"Hallo," he cried, "this is queer!" ~"What
134 3,7|          They have killed him!" he cried. "My boy! They have killed
135 3,7|           terrible. ~He sobbed, he cried, he tried to beat his head
136 3,7|          ll pay the villains off!" cried the sailor, shaking his
137 3,9|           shot?" ~"Well, captain," cried Pencroft, "a bullet does
138 3,9|          there, at Granite House!" cried Pencroft, "and that we were
139 3,0|          he. ~"A malignant fever!" cried Harding. "You are mistaken,
140 3,2|           straight to the corral!" cried Pencroft. "We must finish
141 3,2|          bent over him. ~"Ayrton!" cried the engineer, seizing the
142 3,2|          at the others,-~"You!" he cried, "you?" ~"Ayrton! Ayrton!"
143 3,2|          But they will come back!" cried Ayrton. "Defend yourselves!
144 3,2|        ready to fire, my friends!" cried Harding. ~The colonists
145 3,3|    answered the engineer. ~"Dead!" cried Ayrton, half rising from
146 3,3|             But with what weapon?" cried the reporter. ~"A weapon,
147 3,3|           my poor 'Bonadventure!'" cried Pencroft, almost broken-hearted
148 3,3|          of affairs. ~"Very well!" cried Pencroft, "The volcano wants
149 3,5|              What does that mean?" cried Neb. "Was it the devil who
150 3,5|           who do you think it is?" cried Neb. ~"Who?" answered Pencroft, "
151 3,5|          days ago." ~"Ah! a note!" cried Herbert, pointing to a paper
152 3,5|         the new wire." ~"Forward!" cried Harding, who understood
153 3,5|             It can only be he!" he cried, "he!-" ~Then, falling back
154 3,8|        serious. ~"Well said, Neb!" cried Pencroft, with a shout of
155 3,9|      Lincoln Island, it can't be!" cried Pencroft, who, in spite
156 3,9|           the torrent. ~"To work!" cried Cyrus Harding. ~The engineer'
157 3,0|       Robert Grant. ~"A document!" cried Gideon Spilett. ~"Without
158 3,0|               It is Captain Nemo!" cried Cyrus Harding, after having