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But
when
the
long
murmur
of
the
distant
ocean
fell
on
their
ears
,
the
exhausted
men
forgot
their
fatigue
,
and
ran
up
the
sandhills
with
surprising
agility
.
But
it
was
getting
quite
dark
already
,
and
their
eager
gaze
could
discover
no
traces
of
the
Duncan
on
the
gloomy
expanse
of
water
that
met
their
sight
.
"
But
she
is
there
,
for
all
that
,
"
exclaimed
Glenarvan
,
"
waiting
for
us
,
and
running
alongside
.
"
"
We
shall
see
her
to-morrow
,
"
replied
McNabbs
.
Tom
Austin
hailed
the
invisible
yacht
,
but
there
was
no
response
.
The
wind
was
very
high
and
the
sea
rough
.
The
clouds
were
scudding
along
from
the
west
,
and
the
spray
of
the
waves
dashed
up
even
to
the
sand-hills
.
It
was
little
wonder
,
then
,
if
the
man
on
the
look-out
could
neither
hear
nor
make
himself
heard
,
supposing
the
Duncan
were
there
.
There
was
no
shelter
on
the
coast
for
her
,
neither
bay
nor
cove
,
nor
port
;
not
so
much
as
a
creek
.
The
shore
was
composed
of
sand-banks
which
ran
out
into
the
sea
,
and
were
more
dangerous
to
approach
than
rocky
shoals
.
The
sand-banks
irritate
the
waves
,
and
make
the
sea
so
particularly
rough
,
that
in
heavy
weather
vessels
that
run
aground
there
are
invariably
dashed
to
pieces
.
Though
,
then
,
the
Duncan
would
keep
far
away
from
such
a
coast
,
John
Mangles
is
a
prudent
captain
to
get
near
.
Tom
Austin
,
however
,
was
of
the
opinion
that
she
would
be
able
to
keep
five
miles
out
.
The
Major
advised
his
impatient
relative
to
restrain
himself
to
circumstances
.
Since
there
was
no
means
of
dissipating
the
darkness
,
what
was
the
use
of
straining
his
eyes
by
vainly
endeavoring
to
pierce
through
it
.
He
set
to
work
immediately
to
prepare
the
night
's
encampment
beneath
the
shelter
of
the
sand-hills
;
the
last
provisions
supplied
the
last
meal
,
and
afterward
,
each
,
following
the
Major
's
example
,
scooped
out
a
hole
in
the
sand
,
which
made
a
comfortable
enough
bed
,
and
then
covered
himself
with
the
soft
material
up
to
his
chin
,
and
fell
into
a
heavy
sleep
.
But
Glenarvan
kept
watch
.
There
was
still
a
stiff
breeze
of
wind
,
and
the
ocean
had
not
recovered
its
equilibrium
after
the
recent
storm
.
The
waves
,
at
all
times
tumultuous
,
now
broke
over
the
sand-banks
with
a
noise
like
thunder
.
Glenarvan
could
not
rest
,
knowing
the
Duncan
was
so
near
him
.
As
to
supposing
she
had
not
arrived
at
the
appointed
rendezvous
,
that
was
out
of
the
question
.
Glenarvan
had
left
the
Bay
of
Talcahuano
on
the
14th
of
October
,
and
arrived
on
the
shores
of
the
Atlantic
on
the
12th
of
November
.
He
had
taken
thirty
days
to
cross
Chili
,
the
Cordilleras
,
the
Pampas
,
and
the
Argentine
plains
,
giving
the
Duncan
ample
time
to
double
Cape
Horn
,
and
arrive
on
the
opposite
side
.
For
such
a
fast
runner
there
were
no
impediments
.
Certainly
the
storm
had
been
very
violent
,
and
its
fury
must
have
been
terrible
on
such
a
vast
battlefield
as
the
Atlantic
,
but
the
yacht
was
a
good
ship
,
and
the
captain
was
a
good
sailor
.
He
was
bound
to
be
there
,
and
he
would
be
there
.
These
reflections
,
however
,
did
not
calm
Glenarvan
.
