Publisher's Synopsis
Terrible battle under
the equator. - The whites and the blacks. - We meet between the mouths of crocodiles and the jaws of cannibals. - Heroism of a kid from Paris. - Unnecessary dedication. - Checkmate. - 1,200 leagues from the Faubourg Saint-Antoine. - The back of Uncle Tom's Cabin. - A thin and scantily clad compatriot.
"To me!" Cried the helmsman in a stifled voice, without letting go of the helm, although his neck was furiously gripped by the two black hooked claws.
"Mine! ..." he yelled a second time, his eyes white, his face purplish, his mouth twisted.
- Hold on... Pierre!... We're going!...
And helmsman Pierre, failing and out of breath, sees, as in a fog, a little man emerging from who knows where, who leaps towards him with a bound.
