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Thalcave
neither
stirred
nor
spoke
.
His
eyes
remained
fixed
on
the
lines
drawn
on
the
sand
,
now
becoming
fast
effaced
by
the
wind
.
"
Well
?
"
said
Paganel
to
him
at
length
.
The
Patagonian
seemed
not
to
hear
.
Paganel
fancied
he
could
detect
an
ironical
smile
already
on
the
lips
of
the
Major
,
and
determined
to
carry
the
day
,
was
about
to
recommence
his
geographical
illustrations
,
when
the
Indian
stopped
him
by
a
gesture
,
and
said
:
"
You
are
in
search
of
a
prisoner
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
replied
Paganel
.
"
And
just
on
this
line
between
the
setting
and
rising
sun
?
"
added
Thalcave
,
speaking
in
Indian
fashion
of
the
route
from
west
to
east
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
that
's
it
.
"
"
And
it
's
your
God
,
"
continued
the
guide
,
"
that
has
sent
you
the
secret
of
this
prisoner
on
the
waves
.
"
"
God
himself
.
"
"
His
will
be
accomplished
then
,
"
replied
the
native
almost
solemnly
.
"
We
will
march
east
,
and
if
it
needs
be
,
to
the
sun
.
"
