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It
was
time
to
arrive
.
Extreme
lassitude
made
it
impossible
for
Mrs.
Weldon
to
continue
any
longer
a
journey
made
under
such
painful
conditions
.
Her
little
boy
,
crimson
during
the
fits
of
fever
,
very
pale
during
the
intermissions
,
was
pitiable
to
see
.
His
mother
extremely
anxious
,
had
not
been
willing
to
leave
Jack
even
in
the
care
of
the
good
Nan
.
She
held
him
,
half-lying
,
in
her
arms
.
Yes
,
it
was
time
to
arrive
.
But
,
to
trust
to
the
American
,
on
the
very
evening
of
this
day
which
was
breaking
--
the
evening
of
the
18th
of
April
,
the
little
troop
should
finally
reach
the
shelter
of
the
"
hacienda
"
of
San
Felice
.
Twelve
days
'
journey
for
a
woman
,
twelve
nights
passed
in
the
open
air
;
it
was
enough
to
overwhelm
Mrs.
Weldon
,
energetic
as
she
was
.
But
,
for
a
child
,
it
was
worse
,
and
the
sight
of
little
Jack
sick
,
and
without
the
most
ordinary
cares
,
had
sufficed
to
crush
her
.
Dick
Sand
,
Nan
,
Tom
,
and
his
companions
had
supported
the
fatigues
of
the
journey
better
.
Their
provisions
,
although
they
were
commencing
to
get
exhausted
,
had
not
become
injured
,
and
their
condition
was
satisfactory
.
As
for
Harris
,
he
seemed
made
for
the
difficulties
of
these
long
journeys
across
the
forests
,
and
it
did
not
appear
that
fatigue
could
affect
him
.
Only
,
in
proportion
as
he
neared
the
farm
,
Dick
Sand
observed
that
he
was
more
preoccupied
and
less
frank
in
behavior
than
before
.
The
contrary
would
have
been
more
natural
.
This
was
,
at
least
,
the
opinion
of
the
young
novice
,
who
had
now
become
more
than
suspicious
of
the
American
.
And
meanwhile
,
what
interest
could
Harris
have
in
deceiving
them
?
Dick
Sand
could
not
have
explained
it
,
but
he
watched
their
guide
more
closely
.
The
American
probably
felt
himself
suspected
by
Dick
Sand
,
and
,
no
doubt
,
it
was
this
mistrust
which
made
him
still
more
taciturn
with
"
his
young
friend
.
"
The
march
had
been
resumed
.
In
the
forest
,
less
thick
,
the
trees
were
scattered
in
groups
,
and
no
longer
formed
impenetrable
masses
.
Was
it
,
then
,
the
true
pampas
of
which
Harris
had
spoken
?
