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"
Yes
,
a
Frenchman
,
"
replied
Paganel
.
"
Ah
!
delightful
!
Welcome
,
welcome
.
I
am
a
Frenchman
too
,
"
he
added
,
shaking
Paganel
's
hand
with
such
vigor
as
to
be
almost
alarming
.
"
Is
he
a
friend
of
yours
,
Paganel
?
"
asked
the
Major
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Paganel
,
somewhat
proudly
.
"
One
has
friends
in
every
division
of
the
globe
.
"
After
he
had
succeeded
in
disengaging
his
hand
,
though
not
without
difficulty
,
from
the
living
vise
in
which
it
was
held
,
a
lively
conversation
ensued
.
Glenarvan
would
fain
have
put
in
a
word
about
the
business
on
hand
,
but
the
Commandant
related
his
entire
history
,
and
was
not
in
a
mood
to
stop
till
he
had
done
.
It
was
evident
that
the
worthy
man
must
have
left
his
native
country
many
years
back
,
for
his
mother
tongue
had
grown
unfamiliar
,
and
if
he
had
not
forgotten
the
words
he
certainly
did
not
remember
how
to
put
them
together
.
He
spoke
more
like
a
negro
belonging
to
a
French
colony
.
The
fact
was
that
the
Governor
of
Fort
Independence
was
a
French
sergeant
,
an
old
comrade
of
Parachapee
.
He
had
never
left
the
fort
since
it
had
been
built
in
1828
;
and
,
strange
to
say
,
he
commanded
it
with
the
consent
of
the
Argentine
Government
.
He
was
a
man
about
fifty
years
of
age
,
a
Basque
by
birth
,
and
his
name
was
Manuel
Ipharaguerre
,
so
that
he
was
almost
a
Spaniard
.
A
year
after
his
arrival
in
the
country
he
was
naturalized
,
took
service
in
the
Argentine
army
,
and
married
an
Indian
girl
,
who
was
then
nursing
twin
babies
six
months
old
--
two
boys
,
be
it
understood
,
for
the
good
wife
of
the
Commandant
would
have
never
thought
of
presenting
her
husband
with
girls
.
Manuel
could
not
conceive
of
any
state
but
a
military
one
,
and
he
hoped
in
due
time
,
with
the
help
of
God
,
to
offer
the
republic
a
whole
company
of
young
soldiers
.
"
You
saw
them
.
Charming
!
good
soldiers
are
Jose
,
Juan
,
and
Miquele
!
Pepe
,
seven
year
old
;
Pepe
can
handle
a
gun
.
"
Pepe
,
hearing
himself
complimented
,
brought
his
two
little
feet
together
,
and
presented
arms
with
perfect
grace
.
