Part,  Chapter

 1 1,2|          on business, with a young boy of fifteen from New Jersey,
 2 1,2|           remained. The courageous boy knew of the sailor's plan,
 3 1,4|     accompany him. ~"Stop here, my boy," said the sailor; "we have
 4 1,4|          said Pencroft; "go on, my boy." ~They both walked to the
 5 1,4|            upon Herbert; the young boy was well up in natural history,
 6 1,4|            smoke." ~"So we can, my boy," replied the sailor, "and
 7 1,4|           hour, the sailor and the boy arrived at the angle which
 8 1,4|         like fireworks. ~"Well, my boy," said he to Herbert, "if
 9 1,4|          remarked this. ~"Well, my boy," replied the sailor, "there
10 1,4|           to eggs in the shell, my boy, and I will undertake to
11 1,5|       other." ~"All right; try, my boy, and let's see if you can
12 1,5|        rushed out, followed by the boy. On the sand, among the
13 1,5|          sea and useless. ~"No, my boy," replied the sailor; "they
14 1,5|           to be regretted, but the boy was still sure of procuring
15 1,5|       returning alone! . . . . The boy's heart sank; the sailor
16 1,5|          got up, and guided by the boy went towards the cave. On
17 1,5|          you let me try?" said the boy, and very cleverly, without
18 1,5|          his place. ~Certainly the boy had never in all his life
19 1,6|          Burnt linen," replied the boy. "That could in case of
20 1,6|       stone cleverly thrown by the boy, struck the creature on
21 1,6|        cried Herbert. ~"No, no, my boy!" replied the sailor. "The
22 1,7|        from embracing the generous boy. ~Bad weather now set in.
23 1,7|            by the reporter and the boy, he dashed out, after having
24 1,9|           he had failed. ~"Rub, my boy, rub!" said he. ~"I am rubbing,"
25 1,9|     Captain Harding." ~"Thanks, my boy," replied Harding; "it will
26 1,9|          No, captain," replied the boy. ~"We shall know to-morrow,"
27 1,9|      provided you and Pencroft, my boy, show yourselves quick and
28 1,9|           I am not complaining, my boy," replied Pencroft, "only
29 1,9|             Let us wait," said the boy, "for he will soon come
30 1,0|       Herbert of Harding. ~"No, my boy," replied he, "but I made
31 1,0|        deep. Cyrus Harding and the boy walked near each other,
32 1,0|            if the engineer and the boy were obliged to give up
33 1,2|   impossible to lose ourselves, my boy, since, whether we follow
34 1,2|              What's the matter, my boy?" asked Spilett. ~"Smoke,"
35 1,2|               Its quite simple, my boy," said he, "for, in plunging
36 1,3|           him. ~Herbert, a gallant boy, already remarkably well
37 1,3|           time; that is to say, my boy, that to-morrow, to within
38 1,4|          to the engineer. ~"No, my boy," replied the latter, "we
39 1,4|          proportional." ~"Well, my boy, I have just constructed
40 1,4|           What you say is true, my boy," replied the sailor. ~Then
41 1,6|     distance from land?" ~"Yes, my boy," replied the engineer. "
42 1,9|           and more attached to the boy. Herbert had a lively and
43 1,0|     Herbert. ~"Because the sea, my boy, may be considered as an
44 1,0|         one, only one!" ~"Well, my boy," said Pencroft, laughing, "
45 1,1|         replied Herbert. ~"Yes, my boy... if, however, it existed." ~"
46 1,1|           added Herbert. ~"Yes, my boy," replied the engineer, "
47 1,2|           of that, Pencroft." ~"My boy," replied the sailor, bending
48 2,1|           could not but admire the boy, who had acquired great
49 2,1|          is more than probable, my boy; for if their stay was prolonged,
50 2,1|                I do not say no, my boy. A deserted camp, the ashes
51 2,1|     Herbert. ~The light and active boy then sprang on the first
52 2,1|          size?' ~"That is true, my boy," replied Cyrus Harding. ~"
53 2,2|           asked Herbert. ~"Yes, my boy," replied the engineer, "
54 2,3|         across a tobacco-plant, my boy, pray don't scorn that!" ~"
55 2,3|           with white. To the young boy belonged the honor of this
56 2,4|            Pencroft. ~"Name it, my boy," said the engineer, addressing
57 2,4|        forest of the Far West, the boy found several thick clumps
58 2,4|       young shoots." ~"Perfect, my boy, perfect!" replied Pencroft. ~"
59 2,4|     natural enthusiasm. ~"Well, my boy," replied the reporter, "
60 2,6|     Pencroft, and as for the young boy making another attempt,
61 2,6| approaching the orang,-~"Well, old boy!" he asked, "how are you?" ~
62 2,6|          no wages, do you hear, my boy? We will give you no wages
63 2,9|            bread-tree." ~"Well, my boy," replied the engineer, "
64 2,2|     present of it! Smoke away, old boy, smoke away!" ~And Jup gravely
65 2,5|        Spilett and Pencroft-" ~"My boy!" said Cyrus Harding, "you
66 2,6|      gratitude to you. To save our boy you have risked your life!" ~"
67 2,7|            young girl, and a young boy. These two last were the
68 2,8|          the reporter, joining the boy. ~Their companions were
69 3,1|            Herbert. ~"No doubt, my boy," answered the engineer
70 3,3|           he embraced Herbert, his boy! and then they separated. ~
71 3,4|         Does that astonish you, my boy?" asked the engineer. ~"
72 3,5|        towards him." ~"And you, my boy, give us your opinion,"
73 3,5|         saved us!" ~"Of course, my boy," replied Pencroft, "so
74 3,5|         which belonged to his dear boy. ~The third shot, aimed
75 3,6|           said Herbert. ~"Well, my boy," replied Pencroft, "not
76 3,7|         killed him!" he cried. "My boy! They have killed him!" ~
77 3,7|         rescue from death the poor boy who was suffering beneath
78 3,7|       Spilett then turned the poor boy over; as they did so, he
79 3,7|       uttered a moan. But for your boy's sake, calm yourself. We
80 3,7|         examination of the wounded boy. Herbert was still so frightfully
81 3,8|          days passed, and the poor boy's state was happily no worse.
82 3,8|            asked Herbert. ~"No, my boy," answered the sailor, "
83 3,9|            least care of the brave boy, who well understood the
84 3,9|          no one here but a wounded boy and a man?" ~"You are right,
85 3,9|        could be seen that the poor boy had called up all his energy,
86 3,0|         6th of December. ~The poor boy, whose fingers, nose, and
87 3,0|      Spilett thought that the poor boy was dead. ~The next day,
88 3,0|           good, brave, intelligent boy, so far in advance of his
89 3,0|      managed to restrain the dying boy, who was endeavoring to
90 3,1|     supervened. And then, the poor boy submitted with such docility
91 3,4|             which, as you know, my boy, is colder than the Northern
92 3,5|           was made up long ago, my boy," answered Pencroft. "I