Chapter Thirteen.
Saxe goes to the Top.
“Ten minutes’ rest, herr,” said the guide.
“And lunch?”
“No, herr—only for a pipe;” and Melchior drew out his big tobacco holder and filled up, while Dale took out a cigar. “Here’s a sheltered place to get a light,” continued the guide, leading the way to a niche in the rocks and striking a match.
“Well,” said Dale, “what do you think? Will he do it?”
“Shall I speak the truth, herr?” said the guide, puffing quietly away.
“Of course.”