"He?"
A man of lofty stature was standing, motionless, on one of the first ledges of the mountain. This individual had broad shoulders, and long hair tied with leathern thongs.
A PENINSULAR BABEL.
"Yes. By mistake you have learnt another language, while thinking that you studied——"
MacNabb did not finish. A loud "Oh!" from the geographer, accompanied by shrugs of the shoulders, cut him short.
"Major, you are going a little too far," said Paganel in a very dry tone.