“Will you come out, sir?” said the guide, in rather a peculiar manner.
“Yes, of course. Eh? Is anything the matter?”
“I don’t quite know, herr,” replied the guide, as they stood together; “but it is clear some one has been here in the night.”
“Then that is what frightened the mule?”
“Yes, herr; that is what made him cry out. Look!”
“What at?” said Dale quietly, as they now stood beside the ashes of the last night’s fire.
“Cannot the herr see?”
Dale looked sharply round, and Saxe followed his example.
“I see nothing,” said the former.
“Nor I,” said Saxe; “only that the bits of burnt wood seem to have been kicked about.”