It's all gone somewhere, every bit."
"Yes," said Sandon gruffly; "it's all gone somewheres, and we are
a going to search the tent."
Resistance was useless, and Miss Herbey, M. Letourneur, and Andre
were all turned out.
I confess I was very fearful. I had a strong suspicion that for
the sake of his son, for whom he was ready to venture anything,
M. Letourneur had committed the theft; in that case I knew that
nothing would have prevented the infuriated men from tearing the
devoted father to pieces. I beckoned to Curtis for protection,
and he came and stood beside me. He said nothing, but waited
with his hands in his pockets, and I think I am not mistaken in
my belief that there was some sort of a weapon in each.
To my great relief the search was ineffectual. There was no
doubt that the carcase of the suicide had been thrown overboard,
and the rage of the disappointed cannibals knew no bounds.
Yet who had ventured to do the deed! I looked at M. Letourneur
and Miss Herbey; but their countenances at once betrayed their
ignorance. Andre turned his face away, and his eyes did not meet
my own. Probably it is he; but, if it be, I wonder whether he
has reckoned up the consequences of so rash an act.
CHAPTER XLIX.
JANUARY 20th to 22nd.--For the day or two after the horrible
repast of the 18th those who had partaken of it appeared to
suffer comparatively little either from hunger or thirst; but for
the four of us who had tasted nothing, the agony of suffering
grew more and more intense.
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