He hurried towards it, and found old Andregg standing at the door looking in, but ready to turn and salute him with a pleasant smile and the friendly “good morning” of the Swiss people.
“Ah, Saxe! that you?” said Dale, who was busy with Melchior repacking some of the things which had been brought up the valley by Pierre during their absence. “Had a good night’s rest?”
“Yes. But why didn’t you call me when you got up?”
“I did, and so did Melchior; but you were so sound that I thought I’d let you sleep. Well, all the traps are right, and I’ve been packing up what we want to take.”
“Where?”
“Into the heart of the mountains.”
“And when do you start?”
“As soon as ever we have done breakfast and put together a good supply of food. Had your bath?”
“No. I meant to go with you.”
“Go and have it, and by that time we shall be ready for breakfast.”