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The
water
now
rose
to
the
ladies
'
feet
;
the
whole
concern
began
to
float
,
though
John
Mangles
and
Lord
Glenarvan
hung
on
to
the
side
.
It
was
an
anxious
moment
.
Fortunately
a
vigorous
effort
drove
the
wagon
toward
the
opposite
shore
,
and
the
bank
began
to
slope
upward
,
so
that
the
horses
and
bullocks
were
able
to
regain
their
footing
,
and
soon
the
whole
party
found
themselves
on
the
other
side
,
glad
enough
,
though
wet
enough
too
.
The
fore
part
of
the
wagon
,
however
,
was
broken
by
the
jolt
,
and
Glenarvan
's
horse
had
lost
a
shoe
.
This
was
an
accident
that
needed
to
be
promptly
repaired
.
They
looked
at
each
other
hardly
knowing
what
to
do
,
till
Ayrton
proposed
he
should
go
to
Black
Point
Station
,
twenty
miles
further
north
,
and
bring
back
a
blacksmith
with
him
.
"
Yes
,
go
,
my
good
fellow
,
"
said
Glenarvan
.
"
How
long
will
it
take
you
to
get
there
and
back
?
"
"
About
fifteen
hours
,
"
replied
Ayrton
,
"
but
not
longer
.
"
"
Start
at
once
,
then
,
and
we
will
camp
here
,
on
the
banks
of
the
Wimerra
,
till
you
return
.
"
IT
was
not
without
apprehension
that
the
Major
saw
Ayrton
quit
the
Wimerra
camp
to
go
and
look
for
a
blacksmith
at
the
Black
Point
Station
.
But
he
did
not
breathe
a
word
of
his
private
misgivings
,
and
contented
himself
with
watching
the
neighborhood
of
the
river
;
nothing
disturbed
the
repose
of
those
tranquil
glades
,
and
after
a
short
night
the
sun
reappeared
on
the
horizon
.
As
to
Glenarvan
,
his
only
fear
was
lest
Ayrton
should
return
alone
.
If
they
fail
to
find
a
workman
,
the
wagon
could
not
resume
the
journey
.
This
might
end
in
a
delay
of
many
days
,
and
Glenarvan
,
impatient
to
succeed
,
could
brook
no
delay
,
in
his
eagerness
to
attain
his
object
.
Ayrton
luckily
had
lost
neither
his
time
nor
his
trouble
.
He
appeared
next
morning
at
daybreak
,
accompanied
by
a
man
who
gave
himself
out
as
the
blacksmith
from
BlackPoint
Station
.
He
was
a
powerful
fellow
,
and
tall
,
but
his
features
were
of
a
low
,
brutal
type
,
which
did
not
prepossess
anyone
in
his
favor
.
But
that
was
nothing
,
provided
he
knew
his
business
.
He
scarcely
spoke
,
and
certainly
he
did
not
waste
his
breath
in
useless
words
.
