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The thing is too plain to need proof." The conclusion of Paganel met with unanimous approval; every probability was in his favor. "And where is the next point?" asked McNabbs. "That is easily answered. After leaving Twofold Bay, we cross an arm of the sea which extends to New Zealand. Here I must call your attention to the fact that the French word CONTIN means a continent, irrefragably.
And so Paganel continued with name after name until his hearers cried for mercy. "Stop, Paganel," said Glenarvan, laughing heartily, "don't quite crush poor McNabbs. Be generous; he owns he is vanquished." "And what about the rifle?" asked the geographer, triumphantly. "It is yours, Paganel," replied the Major, "and I am very sorry for it; but your memory might gain an armory by such feats."
Maggie declared she liked to go because she had to pass the McNabbs' and would likely see the minister, but Sarah gave it as her opinion that she went to get the latest news of Donald. Jessie paid no heed to their raillery beyond smiling enigmatically. They little guessed her real motive. She looked forward to her visits eagerly as the winter progressed.
"It is my calling, Madam, to know this sort of thing, and to give you the benefit of my information when you please. You may therefore believe me when I tell you that wonderful things are in store for you in this strange country." "It does not look like it at present," said McNabbs, on purpose to tease Paganel. "Just wait, impatient Major," was his rejoinder.
It is Araucanian, that's certain!" "Not a bit of it!" said Glenarvan. "It was Spanish he spoke." Paganel's surprise became absolute stupefaction. The Major and his cousin exchanged sly glances, and McNabbs said, mischievously, with a look of fun on his face, "Ah, ah, my worthy friend; is this another of your misadventures? You seem to have quite a monopoly of them."
"Including the one we are eating at this moment." "No, without counting that, since it is three parts devoured." "Bravo, Monsieur Paganel," exclaimed Lady Helena, laughing heartily. "It must be owned you are posted up in geographical questions, and my cousin McNabbs need not try and find you tripping."
This cry came from the same quarter as the report, but less than a quarter of a mile off. Glenarvan, repulsing McNabbs, was already on the track, when at three hundred paces from the wagon they heard the exclamation: "Help! help!" The voice was plaintive and despairing. John Mangles and the Major sprang toward the spot.
"No, I tell you!" "I must examine " "You shall not examine." "You may perhaps have broken " continued McNabbs. "Yes," continued Paganel, getting up on his long legs, "but what I have broken the carpenter can mend." "What is it, then?" "There." Bursts of laughter from the crew greeted this speech. Paganel's friends were quite reassured about him now.
"The meat was too long kept, was it?" asked McNabbs, quietly. "No, but the meat had walked too much. How could I have forgotten that?" "What do you mean?" asked Tom Austin. "I mean this: the guanaco is only good for eating when it is killed in a state of rest. If it has been long hunted, and gone over much ground before it is captured, it is no longer eatable.
"Since there is a chimney in the CASUCHA," said the Major, "the probability is that we shall find something to burn in it." "Our friend McNabbs is right," said Glenarvan. "Get everything in readiness for supper, and I'll go out and turn woodcutter." "Wilson and I will go with you," said Paganel. "Do you want me?" asked Robert, getting up. "No, my brave boy, rest yourself.
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