"Why not?" replied McNabbs, gravely. "We are not responsible
for his heedless mistakes. Suppose he were in a railway train,
would they stop it for him?"

"No, but he would get out at the first station."

"Well, that is just what he can do here, too, if he likes;
he can disembark at the first place where we touch."

While they were talking, Paganel came up again on the poop,
looking very woebegone and crestfallen. He had been making
inquiry about his luggage, to assure himself that it was all
on board, and kept repeating incessantly the unlucky words,
"The DUNCAN! the DUNCAN!"

He could find no others in his vocabulary. He paced restlessly
up and down; sometimes stopping to examine the sails,
or gaze inquiringly over the wide ocean, at the far horizon.
At length he accosted Lord Glenarvan once more, and said--

"And this DUNCAN--where is she going?"

"To America, Monsieur Paganel," was the reply.

"And to what particular part?"

"To Concepcion."

"To Chili! to Chili!" cried the unfortunate geographer.
"And my mission to India. But what will M. de Quatre-fages,