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"
Hang
on
to
my
saddle
,
"
called
Glenarvan
.
"
Thanks
,
your
honor
,
but
I
have
good
stout
arms
.
"
"
Robert
,
how
is
your
horse
going
?
"
asked
his
Lordship
,
turning
to
young
Grant
.
"
Famously
,
my
Lord
,
he
swims
like
a
fish
.
"
"
Lookout
!
"
shouted
the
Major
,
in
a
stentorian
voice
.
The
warning
was
scarcely
spoken
before
the
enormous
billow
,
a
monstrous
wave
forty
feet
high
,
broke
over
the
fugitives
with
a
fearful
noise
.
Men
and
animals
all
disappeared
in
a
whirl
of
foam
;
a
liquid
mass
,
weighing
several
millions
of
tons
,
engulfed
them
in
its
seething
waters
.
When
it
had
rolled
on
,
the
men
reappeared
on
the
surface
,
and
counted
each
other
rapidly
;
but
all
the
horses
,
except
Thaouka
,
who
still
bore
his
master
,
had
gone
down
forever
.
"
Courage
,
courage
,
"
repeated
Glenarvan
,
supporting
Paganel
with
one
arm
,
and
swimming
with
the
other
.
"
I
can
manage
,
I
can
manage
,
"
said
the
worthy
savant
.
"
I
am
even
not
sorry
--
"
But
no
one
ever
knew
what
he
was
not
sorry
about
,
for
the
poor
man
was
obliged
to
swallow
down
the
rest
of
his
sentence
with
half
a
pint
of
muddy
water
.
The
Major
advanced
quietly
,
making
regular
strokes
,
worthy
of
a
master
swimmer
.
The
sailors
took
to
the
water
like
porpoises
,
while
Robert
clung
to
Thaouka
's
mane
,
and
was
carried
along
with
him
