The hunt promised well, and gave hopes of culinary wonders.
"Nothing is easier. Here is the document," said Paganel, producing the precious paper that he had studied so conscientiously for several days. A profound silence ensued, while the geographer, collecting his thoughts, took his time to answer. His finger followed the incomplete lines on the document, while, in a confident tone, he expressed himself in the following terms:
"'June 7th, 1862, the brig Britannia, of Glasgow, foundered after'—let us put, if you wish, 'two days, three days,' or, 'a long struggle,'—it matters little, it is quite unimportant,—'on the coast of Australia. Directing their course to shore, two sailors and Captain Grant endeavored to land,' or 'did land on the continent, where they will be,' or 'are prisoners of cruel natives. They cast this document,' and so forth. Is it clear?"
"It is clear," replied Glenarvan, "if the word continent can be applied to Australia, which is only an island."
"Be assured, my dear Glenarvan, the best geographers are agreed in naming this island the Australian continent."
"Then I have but one thing to say, my friends," cried Glenarvan. "To Australia, and may Heaven assist us!"
"To Australia!" repeated his companions, with one accord.