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He
arrived
safely
;
he
rejoined
Lord
and
Lady
Glenarvan
in
the
hollow
mentioned
by
Robert
.
Five
minutes
after
,
all
the
fugitives
had
safely
escaped
from
the
Ware-Atoua
,
left
their
retreat
,
and
keeping
away
from
the
inhabited
shores
of
the
lakes
,
they
plunged
by
narrow
paths
into
the
recesses
of
the
mountains
.
They
walked
quickly
,
trying
to
avoid
the
points
where
they
might
be
seen
from
the
pah
.
They
were
quite
silent
,
and
glided
among
the
bushes
like
shadows
.
Whither
?
Where
chance
led
them
,
but
at
any
rate
they
were
free
.
Toward
five
o'clock
,
the
day
began
to
dawn
,
bluish
clouds
marbled
the
upper
stratum
of
clouds
.
The
misty
summits
began
to
pierce
the
morning
mists
.
The
orb
of
day
was
soon
to
appear
,
and
instead
of
giving
the
signal
for
their
execution
,
would
,
on
the
contrary
,
announce
their
flight
.
It
was
of
vital
importance
that
before
the
decisive
moment
arrived
they
should
put
themselves
beyond
the
reach
of
the
savages
,
so
as
to
put
them
off
their
track
.
But
their
progress
was
slow
,
for
the
paths
were
steep
.
Lady
Glenarvan
climbed
the
slopes
,
supported
,
not
to
say
carried
,
by
Glenarvan
,
and
Mary
Grant
leaned
on
the
arm
of
John
Mangles
;
Robert
,
radiant
with
joy
,
triumphant
at
his
success
,
led
the
march
,
and
the
two
sailors
brought
up
the
rear
.
Another
half
an
hour
and
the
glorious
sun
would
rise
out
of
the
mists
of
the
horizon
.
For
half
an
hour
the
fugitives
walked
on
as
chance
led
them
.
Paganel
was
not
there
to
take
the
lead
.
He
was
now
the
object
of
their
anxiety
,
and
whose
absence
was
a
black
shadow
between
them
and
their
happiness
.
But
they
bore
steadily
eastward
,
as
much
as
possible
,
and
faced
the
gorgeous
morning
light
.
Soon
they
had
reached
a
height
of
500
feet
above
Lake
Taupo
,
and
the
cold
of
the
morning
,
increased
by
the
altitude
,
was
very
keen
.
Dim
outlines
of
hills
and
mountains
rose
behind
one
another
;
but
Glenarvan
only
thought
how
best
to
get
lost
among
them
.
Time
enough
by
and
by
to
see
about
escaping
from
the
labyrinth
.
At
last
the
sun
appeared
and
sent
his
first
rays
on
their
path
Suddenly
a
terrific
yell
from
a
hundred
throats
rent
the
air
.
It
came
from
the
pah
,
whose
direction
Glenarvan
did
not
know
.
Besides
,
a
thick
veil
of
fog
,
which
,
spread
at
his
feet
,
prevented
any
distinct
view
of
the
valleys
below
.
But
the
fugitives
could
not
doubt
that
their
escape
had
been
discovered
;
and
now
the
question
was
,
would
they
be
able
to
elude
pursuit
?
Had
they
been
seen
?
Would
not
their
track
betray
them
?
