“Yes.”
“Then it must have been, and sooner or later we shall find where I have hidden it. Come: you are sure it was I? You saw me?”
“No; it was too dark for that. I only thought it was you.”
“Then it must have been, for you would have felt the difference in some way if it had been any one strange. Well, I’m glad of it, Saxe; for it would have been ugly and unpleasant coming to rob us wherever we rested. Why, of course, I remember!”
“What—taking it?” cried Saxe.
“No. What did I say about fastening the door, so as not to tempt burglars?”
“I remember you said something of the kind, but I was terribly sleepy.”
“You were. Well, I said that; and of course I went and dreamed about burglars, and got up, I suppose, in my sleep to take care of the crystal. There, don’t worry about it any more, and let’s have breakfast.”
“But the stones, the figure I saw, and the night alarm?”
“Oh, fancy, I dare say, boy,” cried Dale, pouring out his mug of coffee, while the boy followed suit, but with his brow wrinkled up with trouble. “Pity we have no milk. That’s the worst of being too high up in the mountains. Come, eat away! the bacon’s cooked better than Melchior’s, and he’s almost the prince of bacon chefs.”