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"
The
wind
brought
it
;
I
should
think
,
three
or
four
miles
,
at
least
.
"
"
Come
,
"
said
Glenarvan
,
putting
his
gun
on
his
shoulder
.
"
No
,
"
said
the
Major
.
"
It
is
a
decoy
to
get
us
away
from
the
wagon
.
"
"
But
if
Mulrady
has
even
now
fallen
beneath
the
blows
of
these
rascals
?
"
exclaimed
Glenarvan
,
seizing
McNabbs
by
the
hand
.
"
We
shall
know
by
to-morrow
,
"
said
the
Major
,
coolly
,
determined
to
prevent
Glenarvan
from
taking
a
step
which
was
equally
rash
and
futile
.
"
You
can
not
leave
the
camp
,
my
Lord
,
"
said
John
.
"
I
will
go
alone
.
"
"
You
will
do
nothing
of
the
kind
!
"
cried
McNabbs
,
energetically
.
"
Do
you
want
to
have
us
killed
one
by
one
to
diminish
our
force
,
and
put
us
at
the
mercy
of
these
wretches
?
If
Mulrady
has
fallen
a
victim
to
them
,
it
is
a
misfortune
that
must
not
be
repeated
.
Mulrady
was
sent
,
chosen
by
chance
.
If
the
lot
had
fallen
to
me
,
I
should
have
gone
as
he
did
;
but
I
should
neither
have
asked
nor
expected
assistance
.
"
In
restraining
Glenarvan
and
John
Mangles
,
the
Major
was
right
in
every
aspect
of
the
case
.
To
attempt
to
follow
the
sailor
,
to
run
in
the
darkness
of
night
among
the
convicts
in
their
leafy
ambush
was
madness
,
and
more
than
that
--
it
was
useless
.
Glenarvan
's
party
was
not
so
numerous
that
it
could
afford
to
sacrifice
another
member
of
it
.
Still
Glenarvan
seemed
as
if
he
could
not
yield
;
his
hand
was
always
on
his
carbine
.
He
wandered
about
the
wagon
,
and
bent
a
listening
ear
to
the
faintest
sound
.
The
thought
that
one
of
his
men
was
perhaps
mortally
wounded
,
abandoned
to
his
fate
,
calling
in
vain
on
those
for
whose
sake
he
had
gone
forth
,
was
a
torture
to
him
.
McNabbs
was
not
sure
that
he
should
be
able
to
restrain
him
,
or
if
Glenarvan
,
carried
away
by
his
feelings
,
would
not
run
into
the
arms
of
Ben
Joyce
.
