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"
It
would
certainly
be
the
best
place
,
"
said
Ayrton
.
"
We
shall
see
by
daylight
to-morrow
how
to
get
ourselves
out
.
"
Glenarvan
acted
on
their
advice
,
and
came
to
a
halt
.
Night
came
on
rapidly
after
a
brief
twilight
,
but
the
heat
did
not
withdraw
with
the
light
.
Stifling
vapors
filled
the
air
,
and
occasionally
bright
flashes
of
lightning
,
the
reflections
of
a
distant
storm
,
lighted
up
the
sky
with
a
fiery
glare
.
Arrangements
were
made
for
the
night
immediately
.
They
did
the
best
they
could
with
the
sunk
wagon
,
and
the
tent
was
pitched
beneath
the
shelter
of
the
great
trees
;
and
if
the
rain
did
not
come
,
they
had
not
much
to
complain
about
.
Ayrton
succeeded
,
though
with
some
difficulty
,
in
extricating
the
three
bullocks
.
These
courageous
beasts
were
engulfed
up
to
their
flanks
.
The
quartermaster
turned
them
out
with
the
four
horses
,
and
allowed
no
one
but
himself
to
see
after
their
pasturage
.
He
always
executed
his
task
wisely
,
and
this
evening
Glenarvan
noticed
he
redoubled
his
care
,
for
which
he
took
occasion
to
thank
him
,
the
preservation
of
the
team
being
of
supreme
importance
.
Meantime
,
the
travelers
were
dispatching
a
hasty
supper
.
Fatigue
and
heat
destroy
appetite
,
and
sleep
was
needed
more
than
food
.
Lady
Helena
and
Miss
Grant
speedily
bade
the
company
good-night
,
and
retired
.
Their
companions
soon
stretched
themselves
under
the
tent
or
outside
under
the
trees
,
which
is
no
great
hardship
in
this
salubrious
climate
.
Gradually
they
all
fell
into
a
heavy
sleep
.
The
darkness
deepened
owing
to
a
thick
current
of
clouds
which
overspread
the
sky
.
There
was
not
a
breath
of
wind
The
silence
of
night
was
only
interrupted
by
the
cries
of
the
"
morepork
"
in
the
minor
key
,
like
the
mournful
cuckoos
of
Europe
.
Towards
eleven
o'clock
,
after
a
wretched
,
heavy
,
unre-freshing
sleep
,
the
Major
woke
.
His
half-closed
eyes
were
struck
with
a
faint
light
running
among
the
great
trees
.
It
looked
like
a
white
sheet
,
and
glittered
like
a
lake
,
and
McNabbs
thought
at
first
it
was
the
commencement
of
a
fire
.
He
started
up
,
and
went
toward
the
wood
;
but
what
was
his
surprise
to
perceive
a
purely
natural
phenomenon
!
Before
him
lay
an
immense
bed
of
mushrooms
,
which
emitted
a
phosphorescent
light
.
The
luminous
spores
of
the
cryptograms
shone
in
the
darkness
with
intensity
.
The
Major
,
who
had
no
selfishness
about
him
,
was
going
to
waken
Paganel
,
that
he
might
see
this
phenomenon
with
his
own
eyes
,
when
something
occurred
which
arrested
him
.
This
phosphorescent
light
illumined
the
distance
half
a
mile
,
and
McNabbs
fancied
he
saw
a
shadow
pass
across
the
edge
of
it
.
Were
his
eyes
deceiving
him
?
Was
it
some
hallucination
?
