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"
Does
he
suppose
him
acting
in
concert
with
the
convicts
?
"
asked
Paganel
,
imprudently
.
"
What
convicts
?
"
said
Miss
Grant
.
"
Monsieur
Paganel
is
making
a
mistake
,
"
replied
John
Mangles
,
instantly
.
"
He
knows
very
well
there
are
no
convicts
in
the
province
of
Victoria
.
"
"
Ah
,
that
is
true
,
"
returned
Paganel
,
trying
to
get
out
of
his
unlucky
speech
.
"
Whatever
had
I
got
in
my
head
?
Convicts
!
who
ever
heard
of
convicts
being
in
Australia
?
Besides
,
they
would
scarcely
have
disembarked
before
they
would
turn
into
good
,
honest
men
.
The
climate
,
you
know
,
Miss
Mary
,
the
regenerative
climate
--
"
Here
the
poor
SAVANT
stuck
fast
,
unable
to
get
further
,
like
the
wagon
in
the
mud
.
Lady
Helena
looked
at
him
in
surprise
,
which
quite
deprived
him
of
his
remaining
sang-froid
;
but
seeing
his
embarrassment
,
she
took
Mary
away
to
the
side
of
the
tent
,
where
M.
Olbinett
was
laying
out
an
elaborate
breakfast
.
"
I
deserve
to
be
transported
myself
,
"
said
Paganel
,
woefully
.
"
I
think
so
,
"
said
Glenarvan
.
And
after
this
grave
reply
,
which
completely
overwhelmed
the
worthy
geographer
,
Glenarvan
and
John
Mangles
went
toward
the
wagon
.
They
found
Ayrton
and
the
two
sailors
doing
their
best
to
get
it
out
of
the
deep
ruts
,
and
the
bullock
and
horse
,
yoked
together
,
were
straining
every
muscle
.
Wilson
and
Mulrady
were
pushing
the
wheels
,
and
the
quartermaster
urging
on
the
team
with
voice
and
goad
;
but
the
heavy
vehicle
did
not
stir
,
the
clay
,
already
dry
,
held
it
as
firmly
as
if
sealed
by
some
hydraulic
cement
.
