The captain was sitting in front of the organ playing an exquisite air of Beethoven.
Full of excitement, Mont had no time to listen.
He touched him on the shoulder.
The Wizard of the Sea seemed unconscious of his presence.
"Captain," said our hero.
The strange being shivered and turned round.
"Ah," he cried, "'tis you, Mr. Folsom. Have you had good sport? You have returned sooner than I expected."
"The sport was not bad," replied Mont, "but unfortunately we met with a troop of savages, who spoilt our fun."
The captain smiled ironically.
"Savages!" he repeated. "Were you surprised at meeting with them? Have you so little geographical knowledge that you do not know they swarm hereabouts?"