The geographer was no longer to be seen, as he was hidden by the thick foliage. It was necessary to call him.
"Paganel! Paganel!" cried Glenarvan.
"Present!" answered a voice which seemed to come to them from the sky.
"Where are you?"
"In my tower."
"What are you doing?"
"Surveying the wide horizon."
"Can you come down a moment?"
"Do you need me?"