Part 46 (1/2)

His dispirited tone made a painful impression on the minds of his auditors. Robert and Mary could not keep back their tears, and Paganel had not a word of hope or comfort to give them. John Mangles was grieved to the heart, though he, too, was beginning to yield to the feeling of hopelessness which had crept over the rest, when suddenly the whole party were electrified by hearing a voice exclaim: ”My Lord, praise and thank G.o.d! if Captain Grant is alive, he is on this Australian continent.”

CHAPTER VII THE QUARTERMASTER OF THE ”BRITANNIA”

THE surprise caused by these words cannot be described. Glenarvan sprang to his feet, and pus.h.i.+ng back his seat, exclaimed: ”Who spoke?”

”I did,” said one of the servants, at the far end of the table.

”You, Ayrton!” replied his master, not less bewildered than Glenarvan.

”Yes, it was I,” rejoined Ayrton in a firm tone, though somewhat agitated voice. ”A Scotchman like yourself, my Lord, and one of the s.h.i.+pwrecked crew of the BRITANNIA.”

The effect of such a declaration may be imagined. Mary Grant fell back, half-fainting, in Lady Helena's arms, overcome by joyful emotion, and Robert, and Mangles, and Paganel started up and toward the man that Paddy O'Moore had addressed as AYRTON. He was a coa.r.s.e-looking fellow, about forty-five years of age, with very bright eyes, though half-hidden beneath thick, overhanging brows. In spite of extreme leanness there was an air of unusual strength about him. He seemed all bone and nerves, or, to use a Scotch expression, as if he had not wasted time in making fat.

He was broad-shouldered and of middle height, and though his features were coa.r.s.e, his face was so full of intelligence and energy and decision, that he gave one a favorable impression. The interest he excited was still further heightened by the marks of recent suffering imprinted on his countenance. It was evident that he had endured long and severe hards.h.i.+ps, and that he had borne them bravely and come off victor.

”You are one of the s.h.i.+pwrecked sailors of the BRITANNIA?” was Glenarvan's first question.

”Yes, my Lord; Captain Grant's quartermaster.”

”And saved with him after the s.h.i.+pwreck?”

”No, my Lord, no. I was separated from him at that terrible moment, for I was swept off the deck as the s.h.i.+p struck.”

”Then you are not one of the two sailors mentioned in the doc.u.ment?”

”No; I was not aware of the existence of the doc.u.ment. The captain must have thrown it into the sea when I was no longer on board.”

”But the captain? What about the captain?”

”I believed he had perished; gone down with all his crew. I imagined myself the sole survivor.”

”But you said just now, Captain Grant was living.”

”No, I said, '_if the captain is living_.'”

”And you added, '_he is on the Australian continent_.'”

”And, indeed, he cannot be anywhere else.”

”Then you don't know where he is?”

”No, my Lord. I say again, I supposed he was buried beneath the waves, or dashed to pieces against the rocks. It was from you I learned that he was still alive.”

”What then do you know?”

”Simply this--if Captain Grant is alive, he is in Australia.”

”Where did the s.h.i.+pwreck occur?” asked Major McNabbs.

This should have been the first question, but in the excitement caused by the unexpected incident, Glenarvan cared more to know where the captain was, than where the BRITANNIA had been lost. After the Major's inquiry, however, Glenarvan's examination proceeded more logically, and before long all the details of the event stood out clearly before the minds of the company.

To the question put by the Major, Ayrton replied: