“Do you, Melchior?”
“No, herr. The stone is very big.”
“Yes. How did it come here?”
“Oh, it must have rolled down from the rock up yonder.”
“If it had rolled down from the rock up yonder, it would have been a piece of that rock!”
“Of course, herr. Here are plenty of pieces,” and he touched them with the handle of his ice-axe.
“Yes, you are right,” said Dale, picking up a great fragment; “and you can see this is the same kind of stone as that which towers up here over our heads.”
“Yes, herr.”
“But this great block is a different kind of stone, is it not!”
Melchior looked at the vast mass, and said at once: