“Nonsense: I’m only sleepy. I’m getting used to that sort of thing. There; lie down, and finish your rest. I’m as fresh as a daisy! I say, though: have you seen anything in the night?”
“The stars slowly going down behind the mountains, and the peaks beginning to glow.”
“Didn’t Mr Dale see anything?”
“No.”
“Well, I’m disappointed. I hoped one of you would catch the gentleman who comes after us. I’m sure there is something.”
“So am I, herr. The fire is burning. Keep it up, and call me when it is breakfast time.”
He lay down directly, and Saxe ran to the spring for a good sluice, to come back glowing and scrubbing his scarlet face with a towel.
“I say, Melk!”
There was no answer.
“Melky!”