“What would you advise, then?” said Glenarvan.

“My advice is to follow the 37th parallel from the point where it touches the American continent to where it dips into the Atlantic, without deviating from it half a degree, and possibly in some part of its course we shall meet the shipwrecked party.”

“There is a poor chance of that,” said the Major.

“But,” returned Paganel, “we cannot lose it.”

He unrolled a map of Chili and the Argentine provinces as he spoke, and spread it out on the table.

“Just follow me for a moment,” he said, “across the American continent. Let us make a stride across the narrow strip of Chili, and over the Cordilleras of the Andes [47] , and get into the heart of the Pampas. Here are the Rio Negro [48] and Rio Colorado [49] , intersected by the 37th parallel, and any of them might carry the bottle on its waters.”

His generous enthusiasm so touched his auditors that, involuntarily, they rose to their feet and grasped his hands, while Robert exclaimed:

“Yes, my father is there!”

“And where he is,” replied Glenarvan, “we’ll manage to go, my boy, and find him. Nothing can be more logical than Paganel’s theory, and we must follow the course he points out without the least hesitation.”

“Monsieur Paganel,” asked Lady Helena, “you have no fear then that if the poor fellows have fallen into the hands of the Indians their lives at least have been spared?”

“What a question? Why, madam, the Indians are not cannibals! Far from it. One of my friends was three years a prisoner among the Indians in the Pampas. A European is a useful being in these countries. The Indians know his value, and take care of him as if he were some costly animal.”

“Go!” said Lord Glenarvan. “And as soon as possible. What route must we take?”

“One that is both easy and agreeable,” replied Paganel.

“Let us see the map,” said the Major.

“You see, my friend,” said Paganel, “it is a straight course. In thirty days we shall go over it, and gain the eastern side before the Duncan.”

“Then the Duncan is to cruise between Corrientes [50] and Cape Saint Antonie [51] ,” said John Mangles.

“Just so.”

“And how is the expedition to be organized?” asked Glenarvan.

“As simply as possible. I think that Lord Glenarvan, our natural leader; the Major, and your humble servant, Jacques Paganel.”

“And me,” interrupted Robert.

“Robert, Robert!” exclaimed Mary.

“And why not?” returned Paganel. “Travels form the youthful mind. Yes, Robert, we four and three of the sailors.”

“Then we can’t accompany you?” said Lady Helena, with a shade of sadness in her eyes.

“My dear Helena, the journey will so soon be accomplished.”

“Yes, I understand, it is all right; and I do hope you may succeed.”

On the 14th, the whole search party assembled in the saloon to bid farewell [52] to those who remained behind. Glenarvan, Paganel, McNabbs, Robert Grant, Tom Austin, Wilson [53] , and Mulrady [54] , stood armed with carbines and revolvers. Guides and mules awaited them at the harbor.

“It is time,” said Lord Glenarvan at last.

“Go then, dear Edward,” said Lady Helena, restraining her emotion. “God help you!” she called out.

“Heaven will help us, madam,” shouted Paganel, in reply. “You may be sure we’ll help ourselves.”

At the same moment Lord Glenarvan gave the signal to start, and the Duncan steamed out at full speed toward the broad ocean.

The native troops organized by Lord Glenarvan consisted of three men and a boy. The captain of the muleteers was an Englishman. It was for them a lucky thing, because nobody understood when Paganel was speaking Spanish.

Glenarvan, an experienced traveler, who knew how to adapt himself to the customs of other countries, bought the Chilian costume for himself and his whole party.

The weather was splendid when they started, the sky was cloudless blue. They marched rapidly along the winding shore, in order to gain the extremity of the parallel, thirty miles south. No one spoke much the first day, for the smoke of the Duncan was still visible on the horizon. Paganel talked to himself in Spanish, asking and answering questions.