The guide smiled.
“Yes, herr, it was some one with big boots; and I do not understand it.”
Dale’s first idea—a natural one under the circumstances—was that plunder was the object; and he said so.
“No, herr; I do not think there is anybody about here who would steal.”
“I’m very glad to hear it,” said Dale: “but let’s see if anything has gone.”
The guide said nothing—only looked on while an examination was made.
“No,” said Dale; “I do not miss anything. Yes: my little binocular is missing!”
“No, herr; you put it inside the big basket last night.”
“Yes, here it is,” cried Saxe.
“Then you are right, Melchior: it could not have been robbery.”