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“Español?” he asked. The Patagonian nodded in reply, a movement of the head which has an affirmative significance among all nations. “That’s good!” said the Major. “Our friend Paganel will be the very man for him. It is lucky for us that he took it into his head to learn Spanish.” Paganel was called forthwith. He came at once, and saluted the stranger with all the grace of a Frenchman. But his compliments were lost on the Patagonian, for he did not understand a single syllable. However, on being told how things stood, he began in Spanish, and opening his mouth as wide as he could, the better to articulate, said: “Vós sois um homen de bem.” (You are a brave man.) The native listened, but made no reply. “He doesn’t understand,” said the geographer. “Perhaps you haven’t the right acce