then one of the sides plunges and then the other; it rises and sinks again; suddenly a noise like the report of a cannon is heard — it is the air blowing up the deck; then the boat struggles like a drowning man, becoming heavier every moment; soon the water rushes out of the scupper-holes like a whale spouting, the vessel gives a last groan, spins round and round, and disappears, forming a vast whirlpool in the ocean, and then all is over; so that in five minutes nothing but the eye of God can see the vessel where she lies at the bottom of the tranquil sea. Do you understand now," said the captain, "why no complaints are made to the Government, and why the vessel does not arrive at the port?"
It is probable that if Gaetano had related this previous to proposing the expedition, Franz would have hesitated ere he accepted it, but now that they had started, he thought it would be cowardly to draw back. He was one of those men who do not rashly court danger, but if danger presents itself, combat it with the most unalterable sangfroid — he was one of those calm and resolute men who look upon a danger as an adversary in a duel, who, calculating his movements, study his attacks; who retreat sufficiently to take breath, but not to appear cowardly; who, understanding all their advantages, kill at a single blow.
"Bah!" said he, "I have traveled through Sicily and Calabria — I have sailed two months in the Archipelago, and yet I never saw even the shadow of a bandit or a pirate."
"I did not tell your excellency this to deter you from your project," replied Gaetano, "but you questioned me, and I have answered; that's all."
"Yes, and your conversation is most interesting; and as I wish to enjoy it as long as possible, steer for Monte-Cristo."
Nevertheless, they were rapidly approaching the end of the voyage. The wind blew strongly, and the bark sailed six or seven knots an hour. As they approached the isle seemed to rise in a larger mass from the bosom of the sea, and they could already distinguish, through the limpid atmosphere of the declining day, the rocks heaped on one another, like bullets in an arsenal, in whose crevices they could see the purple earth and the green trees that were growing. As for the sailors, although they appeared perfectly tranquil, yet it was evident that they were on the alert, and that they carefully watched the glassy surface over which they were sailing, and on which a few fishing-boats, with their white sails, were alone visible, floating like gulls on the surface of the waves.
They were within fifteen miles of Monte-Cristo when the sun began to set behind Corsica, whose mountains appeared against the sky, and showing their rugged peaks in bold relief; this mass of stones, like the
