Glenarvan watched alone. He could not convince himself that the Duncan was so near him; but as for supposing that she had not arrived at her appointed rendezvous, it was impossible, for such a ship there were no delays.
Then an idea occurred to him. Paganel called himself a nyctalops; he could see in the night.
The geographer was sleeping like a mole in his bed, when a strong hand dragged him from his sandy couch.
"Who is that?" cried he.
"I."
"Who?"
"Glenarvan. Come, I need your eyes."
"My eyes?" replied Paganel, rubbing them vigorously.