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"
And
what
does
Thalcave
advise
us
to
do
?
"
said
Glenarvan
.
Paganel
went
back
to
the
guide
and
asked
him
.
"
Go
on
fast
,
"
was
the
reply
.
This
was
easier
said
than
done
.
The
horses
soon
tired
of
treading
over
ground
that
gave
way
at
every
step
.
It
sank
each
moment
more
and
more
,
till
it
seemed
half
under
water
.
They
quickened
their
pace
,
but
could
not
go
fast
enough
to
escape
the
water
,
which
rolled
in
great
sheets
at
their
feet
.
Before
two
hours
the
cataracts
of
the
sky
opened
and
deluged
the
plain
in
true
tropical
torrents
of
rain
.
Never
was
there
a
finer
occasion
for
displaying
philosophic
equanimity
.
There
was
no
shelter
,
and
nothing
for
it
but
to
bear
it
stolidly
.
The
ponchos
were
streaming
like
the
overflowing
gutter-spouts
on
the
roof
of
a
house
,
and
the
unfortunate
horsemen
had
to
submit
to
a
double
bath
,
for
their
horses
dashed
up
the
water
to
their
waists
at
every
step
.
In
this
drenching
,
shivering
state
,
and
worn
out
with
fatigue
,
they
came
toward
evening
to
a
miserable
RANCHO
,
which
could
only
have
been
called
a
shelter
by
people
not
very
fastidious
,
and
certainly
only
travelers
in
extremity
would
even
have
entered
it
;
but
Glenarvan
and
his
companions
had
no
choice
,
and
were
glad
enough
to
burrow
in
this
wretched
hovel
,
though
it
would
have
been
despised
by
even
a
poor
Indian
of
the
Pampas
.
A
miserable
fire
of
grass
was
kindled
,
which
gave
out
more
smoke
than
heat
,
and
was
very
difficult
to
keep
alight
,
as
the
torrents
of
rain
which
dashed
against
the
ruined
cabin
outside
found
their
way
within
and
fell
down
in
large
drops
from
the
roof
.
Twenty
times
over
the
fire
would
have
been
extinguished
if
Mulrady
and
Wilson
had
not
kept
off
the
water
.
The
supper
was
a
dull
meal
,
and
neither
appetizing
nor
reviving
.
Only
the
Major
seemed
to
eat
with
any
relish
.
The
impassive
McNabbs
was
superior
to
all
circumstances
.
Paganel
,
Frenchman
as
he
was
,
tried
to
joke
,
but
the
attempt
was
a
failure
.
"
My
jests
are
damp
,
"
he
said
,
"
they
miss
fire
.
"
The
only
consolation
in
such
circumstances
was
to
sleep
,
and
accordingly
each
one
lay
down
and
endeavored
to
find
in
slumber
a
temporary
forgetfulness
of
his
discomforts
and
his
fatigues
.
The
night
was
stormy
,
and
the
planks
of
the
rancho
cracked
before
the
blast
as
if
every
instant
they
would
give
way
.
The
poor
horses
outside
,
exposed
to
all
the
inclemency
of
the
weather
,
were
making
piteous
moans
,
and
their
masters
were
suffering
quite
as
much
inside
the
ruined
RANCHO
.
However
,
sleep
overpowered
them
at
length
.
Robert
was
the
first
to
close
his
eyes
and
lean
his
head
against
Glenarvan
's
shoulder
,
and
soon
all
the
rest
were
soundly
sleeping
too
under
the
guardian
eye
of
Heaven
.
The
night
passed
safely
,
and
no
one
stirred
till
Thaouka
woke
them
by
tapping
vigorously
against
the
RANCHO
with
his
hoof
.
He
knew
it
was
time
to
start
,
and
at
a
push
could
give
the
signal
as
well
as
his
master
.
They
owed
the
faithful
creature
too
much
to
disobey
him
,
and
set
off
immediately
.
