“Is there any need to keep watch up here?” asked Dale.
“Oh no, herr; not the slightest.”
“Then welcome sleep to my weary bones,” said Dale, as he stretched himself out; and soon after, as the stars came out, they were all sleeping peacefully, but only to be aroused just after midnight by a most unearthly scream—a cry loud enough to make every one spring at once to his feet and nearly upset the tiny tent.
Chapter Nineteen.
A Strange Incident.
It was very dark and cold, the stars gleamed frostily overhead, and the nearest mountain peak stood out weird-looking and strange against the purple sky, as the little party stood together listening, and then questioning each other in an awe-stricken whisper.
“You heard it, Saxe?” said Dale.
“Heard it? Yes, it was horrible. What was it, Melchior?”