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The moment Paganel came in sight, Glenarvan called out: “Come along, friend Paganel. Thalcave and I can’t understand each other at all.” After a few minute’s talk with the Patagonian, the interpreter turned to Glenarvan and said: “Thalcave is quite astonished at the fact, and certainly it is very strange that there are no Indians, nor even traces of any to be seen in these plains, for they are generally thick with companies of them, either driving along cattle stolen from the ESTANCIAS, or going to the Andes to sell their zorillo cloths and plaited leather whips.” “And what does Thalcave think is the reason?” “He does not know; he is amazed and that’s all.” “But what description of Indians did he reckon on meeting in this part of the Pampas?” “Just the very ones who had the foreign