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"
And
suppose
he
falls
?
"
said
Glenarvan
.
"
He
'll
not
fall
.
"
But
notwithstanding
Thalcave
's
assurances
,
poor
Glenarvan
spent
the
rest
of
the
night
in
torturing
anxiety
.
He
seemed
quite
insensible
now
to
the
danger
they
had
escaped
through
the
departure
of
the
wolves
,
and
would
have
hastened
immediately
after
Robert
if
the
Indian
had
not
kept
him
back
by
making
him
understand
the
impossibility
of
their
horses
overtaking
Thaouka
;
and
also
that
boy
and
horse
had
outdistanced
the
wolves
long
since
,
and
that
it
would
be
useless
going
to
look
for
them
till
daylight
.
At
four
o'clock
morning
began
to
dawn
.
A
pale
glimmer
appeared
in
the
horizon
,
and
pearly
drops
of
dew
lay
thick
on
the
plain
and
on
the
tall
grass
,
already
stirred
by
the
breath
of
day
.
The
time
for
starting
had
arrived
.
"
Now
!
"
cried
Thalcave
,
"
come
.
"
Glenarvan
made
no
reply
,
but
took
Robert
's
horse
and
sprung
into
the
saddle
.
Next
minute
both
men
were
galloping
at
full
speed
toward
the
west
,
in
the
line
in
which
their
companions
ought
to
be
advancing
.
They
dashed
along
at
a
prodigious
rate
for
a
full
hour
,
dreading
every
minute
to
come
across
the
mangled
corpse
of
Robert
.
Glenarvan
had
torn
the
flanks
of
his
horse
with
his
spurs
in
his
mad
haste
,
when
at
last
gun-shots
were
heard
in
the
distance
at
regular
intervals
,
as
if
fired
as
a
signal
.
"
There
they
are
!
"
exclaimed
Glenarvan
;
and
both
he
and
the
Indian
urged
on
their
steeds
to
a
still
quicker
pace
,
till
in
a
few
minutes
more
they
came
up
to
the
little
detachment
conducted
by
Paganel
.
A
cry
broke
from
Glenarvan
's
lips
,
for
Robert
was
there
,
alive
and
well
,
still
mounted
on
the
superb
Thaouka
,
who
neighed
loudly
with
delight
at
the
sight
of
his
master
"
Oh
,
my
child
,
my
child
!
"
cried
Glenarvan
,
with
indescribable
tenderness
in
his
tone
.
