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. At last he shook
his head, and said, almost in-audibly:


"Did you say we must start?"

"Yes, we must start."

"Wait one hour longer."

"Yes, we'll wait another," replied the Major.

The hour slipped away, and again Glenarvan begged for longer grace.
To hear his imploring tones, one might have thought him a criminal
begging a respite. So the day passed on till it was almost noon.
McNabbs hesitated now no longer, but, acting on the advice of the rest,
told his cousin that start they must, for all their lives depended
on prompt action.

"Yes, yes!" replied Glenarvan. "Let us start, let us start!"

But he spoke without looking at McNabbs. His gaze was
fixed intently on a certain dark speck in the heavens.
Suddenly he exclaimed, extending his arm, and keeping it motionless,
as if petrified:

"There! there! Look! look!"