“Yes: it is good,” said the guide, eagerly doing as he was told.
“Now lie down both of you, and sleep. In three hours I shall call you, Melchior, and in three more you will come up, Saxe. We may see nothing, but henceforth we will be on guard.”
Ten minutes later the fire was subsiding into a glow. Saxe and the guide slept, and Dale was keenly awake watching for the kobold who disturbed their peace.
Chapter Thirty Two.
The Treasure.
No kobold, gnome, or any other goblin of the mine disturbed the watchers through that night. Dale roused Melchior at the end of his spell, and somewhere about daybreak the guide roused Saxe, in obedience to his orders, and asked him whether he felt fit to take his turn.
“Eh?—Fit?” said Saxe, sitting up: “of course. Why shouldn’t I be?”
“I thought you seemed a little upset by the shock yesterday.”