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Providentially Rescued

           Atlastheshookhishead,andsaid,almostin-audibly:

           "Didyousaywemuststart?"

           "Yes,wemuststart."

           "Waitonehourlonger."

           "Yes,we’llwaitanother,"repliedtheMajor.

           Thehourslippedaway,andagainGlenarvanbeggedforlongergrace.Tohearhisimploringtones,onemighthavethoughthimacriminalbeggingarespite.Sothedaypassedontillitwasalmostnoon.McNabbshesitatednownolonger,but,actingontheadviceoftherest,toldhiscousinthatstarttheymust,foralltheirlivesdependedonpromptaction.

           "Yes,yes!"repliedGlenarvan."Letusstart,letusstart!"

           ButhespokewithoutlookingatMcNabbs.Hisgazewasfixedintentlyonacertaindarkspeckintheheavens.Suddenlyheexclaimed,extendinghisarm,andkeepingitmotionless,asifpetrified:

           "There!there!Look!look!"

           Alleyesturnedimmediatelyinthedirectionindicatedsoimperiously.Thedarkspeckwasincreasingvisibly.Itwasevidentlysomebirdhoveringabovethem.

           "Acondor,"saidPaganel.

           "Yes,acondor,"repliedGlenarvan."Whoknows?Heiscomingdownheisgraduallygettinglower!Letuswait."

           Paganelwasnotmistaken,itwasassuredlyacondor.ThismagnificentbirdisthekingoftheSouthernAndes,andwasformerlyworshipedbytheIncas.Itattainsanextraordinarydevelopmentinthoseregions.Itsstrengthisprodigious.Ithasfrequentlydrivenoxenovertheedgeofprecipicesdownintothedepthsofabysses.

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