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No
one
of
the
party
but
could
enter
into
his
feeling
,
and
respect
it
.
"
Let
us
wait
,
"
said
Paganel
to
the
Major
and
Tom
Austin
.
"
We
will
take
a
little
rest
,
and
recruit
our
strength
.
We
need
it
anyway
,
either
to
prolong
our
search
or
continue
our
route
.
"
"
Yes
;
and
,
as
Edward
wishes
it
,
we
will
rest
.
He
has
still
hope
,
but
what
is
it
he
hopes
?
"
"
Who
knows
!
"
said
Tom
Austin
.
"
Poor
Robert
!
"
replied
Paganel
,
brushing
away
a
tear
.
The
valley
was
thickly
wooded
,
and
the
Major
had
no
difficulty
in
finding
a
suitable
place
of
encampment
.
He
chose
a
clump
of
tall
carob
trees
,
under
which
they
arranged
their
few
belongings
--
few
indeed
,
for
all
they
had
were
sundry
wraps
and
fire-arms
,
and
a
little
dried
meat
and
rice
.
Not
far
off
there
was
a
RIO
,
which
supplied
them
with
water
,
though
it
was
still
somewhat
muddy
after
the
disturbance
of
the
avalanche
.
Mulrady
soon
had
a
fire
lighted
on
the
grass
,
and
a
warm
refreshing
beverage
to
offer
his
master
.
But
Glenarvan
refused
to
touch
it
,
and
lay
stretched
on
his
poncho
in
a
state
of
absolute
prostration
.
So
the
day
passed
,
and
night
came
on
,
calm
and
peaceful
as
the
preceding
had
been
.
While
his
companions
were
lying
motionless
,
though
wide
awake
,
Glenarvan
betook
himself
once
more
to
the
slopes
of
the
Cordilleras
,
listening
intently
in
hope
that
some
cry
for
help
would
fall
upon
his
ear
.
He
ventured
far
up
in
spite
of
his
being
alone
,
straining
his
ear
with
painful
eagerness
to
catch
the
faintest
sound
,
and
calling
aloud
in
an
agony
of
despair
.
But
he
heard
nothing
save
the
beatings
of
his
own
heart
,
though
he
wandered
all
night
on
the
mountain
.
Sometimes
the
Major
followed
him
,
and
sometimes
Paganel
,
ready
to
lend
a
helping
hand
among
the
slippery
peaks
and
dangerous
precipices
among
which
he
was
dragged
by
his
rash
and
useless
imprudence
.
All
his
efforts
were
in
vain
,
however
,
and
to
his
repeated
cries
of
"
Robert
,
Robert
!
"
echo
was
the
only
response
.
Day
dawned
,
and
it
now
became
a
matter
of
necessity
to
go
and
bring
back
the
poor
Lord
from
the
distant
plateau
,
even
against
his
will
.
His
despair
was
terrible
.
Who
could
dare
to
speak
of
quitting
this
fatal
valley
?
Yet
provisions
were
done
,
and
Argentine
guides
and
horses
were
not
far
off
to
lead
them
to
the
Pampas
.
To
go
back
would
be
more
difficult
than
to
go
forward
.
Besides
,
the
Atlantic
Ocean
was
the
appointed
meeting
place
with
the
Duncan
.
These
were
strong
reasons
against
any
long
delay
;
indeed
it
was
best
for
all
parties
to
continue
the
route
as
soon
as
possible
.
McNabbs
undertook
the
task
of
rousing
Lord
Glenarvan
from
his
grief
.
For
a
long
time
his
cousin
seemed
not
to
hear
him
.
