“Then you will come?”
“Yes,” said the man, “I will come.”
“Then, once more, forward,” said Dale. “Saxe, my lad, our search for Nature’s treasures has begun.”
Chapter Two.
An Alpine Valley.
The track for some distance up the valley was so rugged and narrow that the little party had to go in single file; but after a time they came upon a more open part, less encumbered with rock, and, with the lad on ahead, Richard Dale strode up abreast of the guide, and, taking out his case, lit a cigar, and offered one to the Swiss.
The guide shook his head.
“No, thank you, herr,” he said; “I seldom smoke anything but my pipe.”