It was Paganel's turn now to be astonished, and he hastily put on his glasses, like one irritated.
"May I be hanged," said he, "if I understand a word of this infernal jargon! It is certainly Araucanian."
"No," replied Glenarvan; "this man answered in Spanish."
And, turning to the Patagonian, he repeated,—
"Spanish?"
"Yes," replied the native.
Paganel's surprise became amazement. The major and Glenarvan looked at him quizzingly.
"Ah, my learned friend!" said the major, while a half smile played about his lips, "you have committed one of those blunders peculiar to you."
"What!" cried the geographer, starting.
"Yes, it is plain that this Patagonian speaks Spanish."