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Paganel
struck
his
forehead
with
an
air
of
desperation
,
and
said
at
last
,
"
Ah
!
I
understand
.
It
is
all
clear
now
;
everything
is
explained
.
"
"
But
what
is
it
?
"
asked
Glenarvan
,
with
as
much
impatience
.
"
My
friends
,
"
replied
Paganel
,
taking
both
Robert
's
hands
in
his
own
,
"
we
must
resign
ourselves
to
a
sad
disaster
.
We
have
been
on
a
wrong
track
.
The
prisoner
mentioned
is
not
the
captain
at
all
,
but
one
of
my
own
countrymen
;
and
his
companion
,
who
was
assassinated
by
the
Poyuches
,
was
Marco
Vazello
.
The
Frenchman
was
dragged
along
by
the
cruel
Indians
several
times
as
far
as
the
shores
of
the
Colorado
,
but
managed
at
length
to
make
his
escape
,
and
return
to
Colorado
.
Instead
of
following
the
track
of
Harry
Grant
,
we
have
fallen
on
that
of
young
Guinnard
.
"
This
announcement
was
heard
with
profound
silence
.
The
mistake
was
palpable
.
The
details
given
by
the
Sergeant
,
the
nationality
of
the
prisoner
,
the
murder
of
his
companions
,
his
escape
from
the
hands
of
the
Indians
,
all
evidenced
the
fact
.
Glenarvan
looked
at
Thalcave
with
a
crestfallen
face
,
and
the
Indian
,
turning
to
the
Sergeant
,
asked
whether
he
had
never
heard
of
three
English
captives
.
"
Never
,
"
replied
Manuel
.
"
They
would
have
known
of
them
at
Tandil
,
I
am
sure
.
No
,
it
can
not
be
.
"
After
this
,
there
was
nothing
further
to
do
at
Fort
Independence
but
to
shake
hands
with
the
Commandant
,
and
thank
him
and
take
leave
.
Glenarvan
was
in
despair
at
this
complete
overthrow
of
his
hopes
,
and
Robert
walked
silently
beside
him
,
with
his
eyes
full
of
tears
.
Glenarvan
could
not
find
a
word
of
comfort
to
say
to
him
.
Paganel
gesticulated
and
talked
away
to
himself
.
The
Major
never
opened
his
mouth
,
nor
Thalcave
,
whose
amour
propre
,
as
an
Indian
,
seemed
quite
wounded
by
having
allowed
himself
to
go
on
a
wrong
scent
.
No
one
,
however
,
would
have
thought
of
reproaching
him
for
an
error
so
pardonable
.
They
went
back
to
the
FONDA
,
and
had
supper
;
but
it
was
a
gloomy
party
that
surrounded
the
table
.
It
was
not
that
any
one
of
them
regretted
the
fatigue
they
had
so
heedlessly
endured
or
the
dangers
they
had
run
,
but
they
felt
their
hope
of
success
was
gone
,
for
there
was
no
chance
of
coming
across
Captain
Grant
between
the
Sierra
Tandil
and
the
sea
,
as
Sergeant
Manuel
must
have
heard
if
any
prisoners
had
fallen
into
the
hands
of
the
Indians
on
the
coast
of
the
Atlantic
.
Any
event
of
this
nature
would
have
attracted
the
notice
of
the
Indian
traders
who
traffic
between
Tandil
and
Carmen
,
at
the
mouth
of
the
Rio
Negro
.
The
best
thing
to
do
now
was
to
get
to
the
Duncan
as
quick
as
possible
at
the
appointed
rendezvous
.
