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"
And
now
,
my
friends
,
"
said
Paganel
,
"
if
these
brutes
think
to
exercise
their
patience
on
us
,
they
are
mistaken
.
In
two
days
we
shall
be
out
of
their
reach
.
"
"
By
flight
!
"
said
Glenarvan
.
"
But
how
?
"
"
That
I
do
not
know
,
"
answered
Paganel
,
"
but
we
shall
manage
it
.
"
And
now
everybody
wanted
to
know
about
their
friend
's
adventures
.
They
were
puzzled
by
the
reserve
of
a
man
generally
so
talkative
;
on
this
occasion
they
had
to
drag
the
words
out
of
his
mouth
;
usually
he
was
a
ready
story-teller
,
now
he
gave
only
evasive
answers
to
the
questions
of
the
rest
.
"
Paganel
is
another
man
!
"
thought
McNabbs
.
His
face
was
really
altered
.
He
wrapped
himself
closely
in
his
great
flax
mat
and
seemed
to
deprecate
observation
.
Everyone
noticed
his
embarrassment
,
when
he
was
the
subject
of
conversation
,
though
nobody
appeared
to
remark
it
;
when
other
topics
were
under
discussion
,
Paganel
resumed
his
usual
gayety
.
Of
his
adventures
all
that
could
be
extracted
from
him
at
this
time
was
as
follows
:
After
the
murder
of
Kara-Tete
,
Paganel
took
advantage
,
like
Robert
,
of
the
commotion
among
the
natives
,
and
got
out
of
the
inclosure
.
But
less
fortunate
than
young
Grant
,
he
walked
straight
into
a
Maori
camp
,
where
he
met
a
tall
,
intelligent-looking
chief
,
evidently
of
higher
rank
than
all
the
warriors
of
his
tribe
.
The
chief
spoke
excellent
English
,
and
he
saluted
the
new-comer
by
rubbing
the
end
of
his
nose
against
the
end
of
the
geographer
's
nose
.
Paganel
wondered
whether
he
was
to
consider
himself
a
prisoner
or
not
.
But
perceiving
that
he
could
not
stir
without
the
polite
escort
of
the
chief
,
he
soon
made
up
his
mind
on
that
point
.
