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The
rain
had
abated
,
but
floods
of
water
still
covered
the
ground
.
Paganel
,
on
consulting
his
map
,
came
to
the
conclusion
that
the
RIOS
Grande
and
Vivarota
,
into
which
the
water
from
the
plains
generally
runs
,
must
have
been
united
in
one
large
bed
several
miles
in
extent
.
Extreme
haste
was
imperative
,
for
all
their
lives
depended
on
it
.
Should
the
inundation
increase
,
where
could
they
find
refuge
?
Not
a
single
elevated
point
was
visible
on
the
whole
circle
of
the
horizon
,
and
on
such
level
plains
water
would
sweep
along
with
fearful
rapidity
.
The
horses
were
spurred
on
to
the
utmost
,
and
Thaouka
led
the
way
,
bounding
over
the
water
as
if
it
had
been
his
natural
element
.
Certainly
he
might
justly
have
been
called
a
sea-horse
--
better
than
many
of
the
amphibious
animals
who
bear
that
name
.
All
of
a
sudden
,
about
ten
in
the
morning
,
Thaouka
betrayed
symptoms
of
violent
agitation
.
He
kept
turning
round
toward
the
south
,
neighing
continually
,
and
snorting
with
wide
open
nostrils
.
He
reared
violently
,
and
Thalcave
had
some
difficulty
in
keeping
his
seat
.
The
foam
from
his
mouth
was
tinged
with
blood
from
the
action
of
the
bit
,
pulled
tightly
by
his
master
's
strong
hand
,
and
yet
the
fiery
animal
would
not
be
still
.
Had
he
been
free
,
his
master
knew
he
would
have
fled
away
to
the
north
as
fast
as
his
legs
would
have
carried
him
.
"
What
is
the
matter
with
Thaouka
?
"
asked
Paganel
.
"
Is
he
bitten
by
the
leeches
?
They
are
very
voracious
in
the
Argentine
streams
.
"
"
No
,
"
replied
the
Indian
.
"
Is
he
frightened
at
something
,
then
?
"
"
Yes
,
he
scents
danger
.
"
"
What
danger
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
.
"
