The Patagonian nodded.
"Well," said the major, "this is our friend Paganel's business. It is fortunate that he thought of learning Spanish."
Paganel was called. He came at once and with all the grace of a Frenchman saluted the Patagonian, to which the latter paid no attention. The geographer was informed of the state of affairs, and was only too glad to use his diligently-acquired knowledge.
SOMETHING WRONG.
"Exactly," said he. And opening his mouth widely in order to articulate better, he said, in his best Spanish,—
"You—are—a—brave—man."
The native listened, but did not answer.
"He does not understand," said the geographer.
"Perhaps you do not pronounce well," replied the major.