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Already
Robert
and
Wilson
had
leaped
on
to
the
solid
plateau
with
a
loud
,
joyful
hurrah
!
when
a
well-known
whistle
was
heard
.
The
gallop
of
a
horse
resounded
over
the
plain
,
and
the
tall
form
of
Thalcave
emerged
from
the
darkness
.
"
Thalcave
!
Thalcave
!
"
they
all
cried
with
one
voice
.
"
Amigos
!
"
replied
the
Patagonian
,
who
had
been
waiting
for
the
travelers
here
in
the
same
place
where
the
current
had
landed
himself
.
As
he
spoke
he
lifted
up
Robert
in
his
arms
,
and
hugged
him
to
his
breast
,
never
imagining
that
Paganel
was
hanging
on
to
him
.
A
general
and
hearty
hand-shaking
followed
,
and
everyone
rejoiced
at
seeing
their
faithful
guide
again
.
Then
the
Patagonian
led
the
way
into
the
HANGAR
of
a
deserted
ESTANCIA
,
where
there
was
a
good
,
blazing
fire
to
warm
them
,
and
a
substantial
meal
of
fine
,
juicy
slices
of
venison
soon
broiling
,
of
which
they
did
not
leave
a
crumb
.
When
their
minds
had
calmed
down
a
little
,
and
they
were
able
to
reflect
on
the
dangers
they
had
come
through
from
flood
,
and
fire
,
and
alligators
,
they
could
scarcely
believe
they
had
escaped
.
Thalcave
,
in
a
few
words
,
gave
Paganel
an
account
of
himself
since
they
parted
,
entirely
ascribing
his
deliverance
to
his
intrepid
horse
.
Then
Paganel
tried
to
make
him
understand
their
new
interpretation
of
the
document
,
and
the
consequent
hopes
they
were
indulging
.
Whether
the
Indian
actually
understood
his
ingenious
hypothesis
was
a
question
;
but
he
saw
that
they
were
glad
and
confident
,
and
that
was
enough
for
him
.
As
can
easily
be
imagined
,
after
their
compulsory
rest
on
the
OMBU
,
the
travelers
were
up
betimes
and
ready
to
start
.
At
eight
o'clock
they
set
off
.
No
means
of
transport
being
procurable
so
far
south
,
they
were
compelled
to
walk
.
However
,
it
was
not
more
than
forty
miles
now
that
they
had
to
go
,
and
Thaouka
would
not
refuse
to
give
a
lift
occasionally
to
a
tired
pedestrian
,
or
even
to
a
couple
at
a
pinch
.
In
thirty-six
hours
they
might
reach
the
shores
of
the
Atlantic
.
The
low-lying
tract
of
marshy
ground
,
still
under
water
,
soon
lay
behind
them
,
as
Thalcave
led
them
upward
to
the
higher
plains
.
Here
the
Argentine
territory
resumed
its
monotonous
aspect
.
A
few
clumps
of
trees
,
planted
by
European
hands
,
might
chance
to
be
visible
among
the
pasturage
,
but
quite
as
rarely
as
in
Tandil
and
Tapalquem
Sierras
.
The
native
trees
are
only
found
on
the
edge
of
long
prairies
and
about
Cape
Corrientes
.
Next
day
,
though
still
fifteen
miles
distant
,
the
proximity
of
the
ocean
was
sensibly
felt
.
The
VIRAZON
,
a
peculiar
wind
,
which
blows
regularly
half
of
the
day
and
night
,
bent
down
the
heads
of
the
tall
grasses
.
Thinly
planted
woods
rose
to
view
,
and
small
tree-like
mimosas
,
bushes
of
acacia
,
and
tufts
of
CURRA-MANTEL
.
Here
and
there
,
shining
like
pieces
of
broken
glass
,
were
salinous
lagoons
,
which
increased
the
difficulty
of
the
journey
as
the
travelers
had
to
wind
round
them
to
get
past
.
They
pushed
on
as
quickly
as
possible
,
hoping
to
reach
Lake
Salado
,
on
the
shores
of
the
ocean
,
the
same
day
;
and
at
8
P.
M.
,
when
they
found
themselves
in
front
of
the
sand
hills
two
hundred
feet
high
,
which
skirt
the
coast
,
they
were
all
tolerably
tired
.
