"Good.You will then embark in the canoe which brought you hither; but, before leaving the 'Nautilus,' go to the stern and there open two large stop-cocks which you will find upon the water-line.The water will penetrate into the reservoirs, and the 'Nautilus' will gradually sink beneath the water to repose at the bottom of the abyss."And comprehending a gesture of Cyrus Harding, the captain added,--"Fear nothing! You will but bury a corpse!"Neither Cyrus Harding nor his companions ventured to offer any observation to Captain Nemo.He had expressed his last wishes, and they had nothing to do but to conform to them.
"I have your promise, gentlemen?" added Captain Nemo.
"You have, captain," replied the engineer.
The captain thanked the colonists by a sign, and requested them to leave him for some hours.Gideon Spilett wished to remain near him, in the event of a crisis coming on, but the dying man refused, saying, "I shall live until to-morrow, sir."All left the saloon, passed through the library and the dining-room, and arrived forward, in the machine-room where the electrical apparatus was established, which supplied not only heat and light, but the mechanical power of the "Nautilus."The "Nautilus" was a masterpiece containing masterpieces with itself, and the engineer was struck with astonishment.
The colonists mounted the platform, which rose seven or eight feet above the water.There they beheld a thick glass lenticular covering, which protected a kind of large eye, from which flashed forth light.Behind this eye was apparently a cabin containing the wheels of the rudder, and in which was stationed the helmsman, when he navigated the "Nautilus" over the bed of the ocean, which the electric rays would evidently light up to a considerable distance.
Cyrus Harding and his companions remained for a time silent, for they were vividly impressed by what they had just seen and heard, and their hearts were deeply touched by the thought that he whose arm had so often aided them, the protector whom they had known but a few hours, was at the point of death.
Whatever might be the judgment pronounced by posterity upon the events of this, so to speak, extra-human existence, the character of Prince Dakkar would ever remain as one of those whose memory time can never efface.
"What a man!" said Pencroft."Is it possible that he can have lived at the bottom of the sea? And it seems to me that perhaps he has not found peace there any more than elsewhere!""The 'Nautilus,'" observed Ayrton, "might have enabled us to leave Lincoln Island and reach some inhabited country.""Good Heavens!" exclaimed Pencroft, "I for one would never risk myself in such a craft.To sail on the seas, good, but under the seas, never!""I believe, Pencroft," answered the reporter, "that the navigation of a submarine vessel such as the 'Nautilus' ought to be very easy, and that we should soon become accustomed to it.There would be no storms, no lee-shore to fear.At some feet beneath the surface the waters of the ocean are as calm as those of a lake.""That may be," replied the sailor, "but I prefer a gale of wind on board a well-found craft.A vessel is built to sail on the sea, and not beneath it.""My friends," said the engineer, "it is useless, at any rate as regards the 'Nautilus,' to discuss the question of submarine vessels.The 'Nautilus' is not ours, and we have not the right to dispose of it.
Moreover, we could in no case avail ourselves of it.Independently of the fact that it would be impossible to get it out of this cavern, whose entrance is now closed by the uprising of the basaltic rocks, Captain Nemo's wish is that it shall be buried with him.His wish is our law, and we will fulfil it."After a somewhat prolonged conversation, Cyrus Harding and his companions again descended to the interior of the "Nautilus." There they took some refreshment and returned to the saloon.
Captain Nemo had somewhat rallied from the prostration which had overcome him, and his eyes shone with their wonted fire.A faint smile even curled his lips.
The colonists drew around him.
"Gentlemen," said the captain, "you are brave and honest men.You have devoted yourselves to the common weal.Often have I observed your conduct.
I have esteemed you--I esteem you still! Your hand, Mr.Harding."Cyrus Harding gave his hand to the captain, who clasped it affectionately.
"It is well!" he murmured.
He resumed,--
"But enough of myself.I have to speak concerning yourselves, and this Lincoln Island, upon which you have taken refuge.You now desire to leave it?""To return, captain!" answered Pencroft quickly.
